That taste of sweet cherries, hot air on my tongue


remind me of way back when

I was young

couldn’t tie those knots

didn’t know how, not even that,

just had the cherry

sweetness, purely.

So I’m reminded, in the hot air, this summer night,

with that knot on my tongue, made out of the littlest stem:

I wouldn’t want to change a thing,


not a single thing.