they site there before me already to eat
from a long tired day of travel
in front of a bowl of cherries i take my seat
i think of distant memories as they begin to unravel
a child in a tree picking cherries
its a warm sunny summer day
my grandfather watches with the basket he carries
as the trees grow tall in the humus and clay
i eat my fill and fill my bucket
when its full i climb down
give them to him as he fills his basket
when his basket is full we head back to town
i sleep across the backseat of his car
he drives patiently back home
it wont belong til i see the moon and a star
looking up in a daze while we roam
i miss those days with him
getting fruit and vegetables
those memories will never dim
as long as i am able
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