A Selfish Husband


To prepare cherries for a pie,

it takes at least two hands, three bowls,

a colander–after the high

climb up the ladder in the trees.

I used a bucket; she a bag.

My legs gave out too soon.  I sat

and waited in the car.  Our dog,

old Blazer, mewed upon his mat

in the back seat till she returned

and made our pack complete.

                                            She washed

the cherries in the colander.

The pits came bursting through under

the pressure of my thumb.  The pie

smells grand.  No friends will I ask by…

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