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Breakfast

I cut the cherries
and placed them in a bowl
for the girls

I thought of my Grandmother 
as a young woman
in 1918
she would pinch her cheeks
to bring the glow of youth
rub cherry juice on her lips
to make them full
and red
then let her eyes sparkle

because love is
a rush and a dizzy 
feeling
in the head
when 
your heart beats 
like mad
there's a flutter 
in your chest
and everything's so easy

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