Two Cheery Trees & a Hard Place


As I floated in a webbed embrace,
Above the grass blades tickling my back,
I looked up.
Between the branches of a cherry tree,
A newly awakened summer sun’s light shined through.
Piercing.
And In this moment,
As surely men before I have, I contemplated.
What is it, that makes hardened men so browbeaten and unable to stop and enjoy the cherries?
For I assure you,
It’s in moments like this that all men are created.

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