My father lifts me to pick sour
cherries from my grandmother’s tree.
His whiskers scrape against my skin.
Sugar cubes stuffed in our cheeks,
we eat straight from the dinged pail,
spit out yellow pits, bits of twig and leaf.
In this dream he is my young father,
dark-haired, muscled, laughter easy
on his lips as afternoon slips into blue
twilight with nothing more to do
than pick and eat cherries,
watch shadows purpling the green grass.
Mary Rohrer-Dann writes and paints in State College, PA. Recent work has appeared in San Antonio Review, Vita Brevis, Flash Fiction Magazine, Literary Yard, Literary Heist, and other literary sites. Her collection, Taking the Long Way Home, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books in Dec 2020.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.