taste of cherries

 
 
a girl on a swing in an orchard
stars cherries in sweat
on a cold night sky
above a yolk window
of a summer house
how empty is the cosmos of childhood
 
higher, higher higher - a little girl
i am begging your stars your cherries
your sad ancestors in a yellow window
of the centuries passed
 
higher!!!
 
higher!!! - til your swing reaches
your womanhood
until the star gets overripe
until the ancestors fall silent forever
until the swing stays suspended
l in a slow unraveling
of your memory
 
please just a little bit higher
just one more time
and i won't ask you again
 
how empty is cosmos
 
taste of cherries

April 14. 2010