CHERRY POEM

Re-cognize both the fruit and the furniture––

The E,
silent no more, pits chord against chord and
the designer plucks this inner flute against our
will, and touches that imaginary
sweet spot between the trachea and
the breath-vapor, language’s home––
The reeds inside this instrument vibrate against
each other and now like a desert vision this
little red treat will quench.

© 1995 Daniel X. O'Neil