This cool quiet breeze kisses
my neck through an open window,
a teasing tender lover
enters with her refreshing
caress. She, a stealth bomber,
showers beauty,
such soft landings,
onto my earth.
Birds chirp \sing-song\ back and forth,
women call out to each
other next door,
and cherries--
why are 2 round
shining red cherries,
a green stem,
and the old backyard
where not enough
occurred,
still necessary,
even now?
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