Cherry

Cherry

in the tree

the cuckoo watches

as the bough

bends

exerting a will it never knew it had

to kiss the hand of a woman

heavy with her own fruit

 

the bird has no song for this

and feels

for the first time

an interloper

that here is a place it truly doesn’t belong

so it silently unfurls its feathers

and moves on

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