I read that the men,
on their way to Gettysburg,
stopped along the road
to pick and eat ripe cherries.That the fruit should not
go to waste.That they should take
such pleasure before battle.That the oldest among them
should shake the trees
and the youngest gather
the fallen fruit.
That they should aim rifles
with the taste of cherries
against their teeth.
“Ripe Cherries” by Athena Kildegaard from Bodies of Light. © Red Dragonfly Press, 2011.
The Hungry Philosopher 