Frit on the front lawn,
mulling mindlessly over
which berries are brownable,
an eight foot oak with huge mauve leaves
planted by you this day forty-eight years ago,
when god was a boyband
before we fell out over fake news
the vandals who smeared your new shoes.
Yes, a grudge-bearer of sour-grapes,
well hard done by then as now.
It is still too bold 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 kosher berry?