These are not my cherries but look much like the ones I picked from my cherry tree in the backyard to give to my daughter.
Unaware
the world catapults us forward
whilst all along humanity
becomes cracked, parched
without even the slightest
moisture
but we settle in
unaware
continuing forward waking
sleeping and hidden
beneath customary plaintives
only crying momentarily
beseeching
this is not reality
unaware
of future moments unraveling
tangling our dreamscape
lives within its’ measure
our creation of thus
by our choices
again we settle in
unaware
© July 2012 Renee Espriu
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