Grimbeau

Orpheus in electric chair

press GREEN to hide screen,

press GREEN or (zer)0 to return,

(had to check, forgotten already).

Then you was out trying to be

small on the front lawn,

mulling mindlessly over

which berries are brown,

and contemplating

an eight foot oak with huge leaves

planted by you forty-eight years ago,

when god was a boy

before we fell out over

the vandals who broke your bike.

Yes, a grudge-bearer of sour-grapes,

well hard done by then as now.

It is still too cold to sit out

in t-shirt and shorts

when the clouds pass over.

The blossom gives way

to rampant leaf growth.

Now tell me once & for all

Is a cherry a fucking berry?