good times

November 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

 

cherry tree story

on a day like this

for a while, they’d take a break
from quarreling
and arguing about
who had thrown the ball out of the fences
why the doll suddenly was on the backyard grass

because after picking the cherries
all would be clear
with the words;
‘you are my best brother.you may eat more than me.’
‘yeah, absolutely.i’m sorry about the doll.’
‘and i’m sorry about the ball.’

and then they giggled

one of their good times, surely

 

 

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