Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Andrea Cohen: "Cherries"

In the minute it took
to fetch the blue bowl

from the kitchen
to pick the just-ripe

cherries, the blackbirds
had come. They picked

the branches clean, ascending
into their own blue bowl.

Lacking wings, I
look for meaning.

We were all hungry.
We were all fed.

"Cherries" by Andrea Cohen. Published in Orion Magazine, July/August 2012.

Image credit: "The Red Deer Guardian," ink and wash on Canson paper, by Danielle Barlow.

1 comment :

  1. A lovely poem, with a great end. Thank you for sharing.


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