The Wondering Workshop

Israeli authors and poets creating in English

Cherry Variation III

Written By: Site Default - Nov• 09•10

When I pick a cherry I know the cost:

So much for the sapling, so many gallons of water

About so many footprints left on the dusty path

When I walked with the watering can –

Twenty years ago I didn’t have a hose –

So many hours of waiting for the train to go to what us, townspeople, called the country.

But the secret dew of the cherry –

Your own black sugar, my Rosalind –

Is beyond all devious currencies.


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