Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 395

For today’s prompt, write a snap judgment poem. Some decisions (many decisions) are made without much thought; these are snap judgments. Sometimes these quick decisions lead to good outcomes; sometimes bad; but we all make them for big reasons and small.

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Here’s my attempt at a Snap Judgment Poem:

“In the News”

Every day, it seems, there’s a new reason
to paint a politician with treason,
whether the candidate is red or blue,
extremely experienced or brand new.

Every day, it seems, there’s a new answer
to identifying social cancers,
whether the new players are right or wrong,
dress down or sing inappropriate songs.

Every day, it seems, there’s a new outrage
tightening the screws and setting the stage
for people to yell and scream and debate,
so I’d much rather receive my news late.

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87 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 395

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    casket poem
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    come lay in this casket as if it were a poem

    for where I am going, you cannot join.

    the trail I take, splits after death
    and we shall never meet up again.

    trust me, you don’t want to go where I’m headed.

    so come lay in this poem as if it were goodbye.

    © 2017 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    1. ppfautsch24

      MIND GAMES
      My mind is a bad liar
      Telling tales and stories;
      Making quick decisions,
      Some not desired.
      Ambiguous thoughts;
      Playing tricks with my heart.
      And when you touch my lips
      With your fingertips, it’s like
      I have a snap decision to make.
      To let you in or all the way out.
      By Pamelap

  2. Arash

    Decided to post a second poem for this week:

    First Visit
    by Arash

    I know the unyielding nature of the beast,
    its sticky and yet far too slippery texture,
    made more challenging by the disguises it wears.
    Some find themselves awakened to nihilistic truths, others
    find sleep every hour a siren song impossible to resist,
    and some like the young woman here today
    so detached from her own body by these layers of fat,
    has no suspicions at all that that she—she—is alive,
    but I suspect, no I’m sure, that she is, somewhere
    in there screaming in the clutches of the beast.

  3. Jane Shlensky

    Snap Judgments

    The old shop stacks remnants so high
    on tables that pulling one from below
    can cause an avalanche of cotton prints,
    crepe de chine, and polyester. Table
    after table, rack upon rack, the wall
    displays overrun with zippers, threads
    of every color and texture, seam rippers,
    needles and pins, buttons and snaps,
    and patterns yellowed with age
    and new, pattern books splayed
    across a bar set up with stools;
    the only thing lacking is a stiff drink.

    Test them first, she says, make sure
    before you buy. Nothing is returnable
    here. I’m mentally featuring testing
    all the snaps, when she whispers,
    Those kind there, you need a pair
    of pliers to unsnap. This kind are
    too flimsy to stay put, especially
    across the bust.

    She lifts her eyebrows meaningfully.
    I smile. Choose for me, I tell her.
    She sets to work testing two, three,
    four types before handing me
    the set of snaps, the size perfect
    for my needs, her snap judgment
    far better than my own.

  4. Jrentler

    before you choke on sole

    put the gavel down
    & dive through
    the nets of skin

    past pigments
    & preconceits

    beyond vein
    canals & antechambers

    where cells
    gasp open

    there exists
    the path to us

    the we
    with all our quarks
    star parts

  5. PressOn

    A TIME FOR SNAP DECISIONS, AND A TIME TO SNIP THEM

    A crippled old dog and a crippled old man
    are walking together on the side of the road,
    each limping and wheezing from time’s steady load
    that has burdened them both with a heavy-handed ban

    on the moves and decisions they used to pursue
    when the moods and the moments appeared without warning;
    at such times a spirit of joy was a-borning
    and off they would go without further ado.

    These days, things are different: they must plan ahead
    for a road that is clear and a day that is bright;
    such moments are fleeting and thus are so dear,
    for one, then the other, so soon will be dead.

    I watch them proceeding as best that they can;
    I am sad, yet I smile as they rest by the pond,
    for the years have not dimmed nor encrusted the bond
    of a crippled old dog and a crippled old man.

  6. thunk2much

    special

    the screaming child
    the one you thought just
    needed some love
    or a good whack

    the grocery cart
    full and abandoned
    as they left the store
    his fists flying

    the crying woman
    who once was you
    before her world
    became only this

  7. Danny Ballan

    I Know

    Oh, I Know!
    These lazy legs ready to spread and go,
    purring and stirring the hearts of men
    deeply deprived instincts held but then
    her catlike walk make your reason let go;
    I’ve been on the streets long enough to know—
    Oh, I know!

    The crazy cherries blossoming on her lips
    a sign for spring to come and winter to fade,
    too fatal a vassal of hell so heavenly made
    those lubricated smoothly moving hips;
    I’ve known many of your kind to know—
    Oh, I know!

    Before you meet her eyes, her fruits salute
    wondering which stories tonight they’ll tell,
    don’t fool me, I know, what you’re here to sell
    I’ve known your kind too well for my knees to dilute;
    wandering the streets selling flesh, I know—
    Oh, I know!

    Just turn around and let me see beyond the tresses
    what devil lie beneath, let me look into your eyes
    I know, I definitely know if I look, your truth never lies
    all you have you barely hide beneath your bold dresses;
    Say no more, for a veteran like me would know—
    Oh yes, I know!

    Oh, I know these eyes have been with me for long
    dressed to kill to get a job and work and honestly thrive,
    your body carved to perfection being a bee in our poor hive
    a foolish mind I had to judge my own blood running strong;
    I know this is my sister, such an angel I do know—
    Oh, I know!
    I ain’t got a clue.

  8. SarahLeaSales

    Lost in the Weeds

    For his recreational habit,
    she made an example of him.
    She’d sought to teach him a lesson,
    grouping him in with the worst of the worst,
    and he learned that lesson dearly,
    for he paid the ultimate price.

  9. mapoet

    Quick Change

    Lightning struck
    the lamp post
    just as I began
    to turn the car.
    The sparks formed
    an arc from light
    to pavement.
    I stopped mid-turn
    and continued on
    my original route,
    happy to take
    the long way home.

    By Michelle Pond

  10. grcran

    snap bean judgement

    judgement being, the snap bean
    was a has-been,
    buzzed the bad bugs,
    “bring new legumes now!”
    carefully composting,
    farmer king-pin
    calmly planted cotton,
    his cash cow.
    dared deny demonic
    dupont, dow pals.
    girded dirt with decent
    dear debris.
    propelled his plants past bugs,
    unpesticidals.
    profound amount of humus
    all for free.
    Snap judgement thus was settled without venom.
    Became great source for fine organic denim.

    gpr crane
    (sorry, there was this professor said you can’t use “thus” in a poem…)

  11. De Jackson

    Lego Decisions

    We’ve known all along that we are building something
    from nothing, that each click together is all part of the

    design. We know dropped bricks mean sore soles, and
    that the instructions are long gone. We know the colors

    only sometimes matter and the blocks that come in twos
    are easy to find places for but the ones with more are

    challenging. There’s a snap that happens when it all comes
    together just right, and we’re waiting for it. Longing for it.

    Abiding by the laws of architecture, and deciding to make
    something of the scattered mess that’s here, in the meantime.

  12. PowerUnit

    Barroom Trivia

    Czechoslovakia and Slovenia
    look so much alike
    when you don’t have a map.

    Did Journey record that song
    or was it Kenny Loggins,
    the choice is no snap.

    And who wrote Wuthering Heights anyway,
    Emily or Charlotte,
    reading it made me want to nap.

    Put down what you think best,
    I can only flip coins,
    write it fast, it’s a snap.

  13. Anthony94

    Sun Reveals All

    Raining, and I duck inside the
    organic restaurant in the university
    town, join the steaming crowds and
    pick a #15, with a salad. Eggplant panini
    a risk, but what could go wrong?

    Leaving, I wear my lunch. Spots of
    pickled beet that slid from the blue
    cheesy fork, bits of prosciutto that flew
    from the edges of the eggplant that
    defied both tooth and serrated knife.

    Sun shines now on the shame. Should’ve
    gone with the standard soup and focaccia,
    golden from the oven, warm from the lights.
    Snap judgment written all over me.

  14. Joyce

    A snap judgement poem

    I can’t do this
    Why can’t phones
    hang on the wall
    or sit on a table
    near its electrical connection
    like in the old days. (did I say that?)
    Why is it here
    with me
    every minute
    every day
    calling me
    telling me
    stuff I don’t need to know.
    A telephone to be spoken into
    not sending written messages.
    Technology has life moving too fast.
    There’s no time for emjoyment.
    There’s no time for relaxation.
    Quiet time hardly exists.

  15. taylor graham

    CAN’T JUDGE A BOOK

    Beyond the harbor, northeast shore
    of the lake, she’s become the stuff of story-
    book. Folks speculate, all on the basis
    of what one fisherman saw while the fish
    weren’t biting, and he wondered
    out loud, and a whole mysterious fable
    evolved. That woman who only sometimes
    wears widow’s-black – or is it
    wanting-not-to-be-noticed black? –
    who lives on the last-stand rocky point
    where land meets water. Always
    alone. She has time and object – they say –
    to consider what she’s done and what
    she hasn’t: a poem written or not.
    Youth misspent, words to regret. Or not.
    They’ve seen her walking, alone,
    in storm when waves beat themselves
    to pieces against shingle. Sometimes
    she’ll stop, stand as if triangulating earth,
    water, and a distant campfire under sky
    unwritten of words.

  16. Eileen S

    Missing the Train

    I was running late.
    I was going to miss the train
    If I hurried, I could make it.

    I hadn’t had my coffee yet.
    My stomach was empty.
    I’d buy breakfast when I got to work.
    Then I spied a coffee shop on the corner.
    I thought forget about the train,
    make up an excuse for being late.
    I went in to the coffee shop
    and bought coffee and a bagel.

    The TV in the coffee shop
    broadcast that a local train
    crashed into a platform,
    killing a bystander.
    That was the train that
    I was supposed to be on.

    When I finally arrived at work,
    everyone was glad I was O.K.
    Rumors were that I was injured.
    They never knew that I ran late.

  17. Connie Peters

    Stand Closer
    Ae Freisligh

    Brushing skittish alpaca
    Stand closer others told me
    It hurts less when they’ll kick ya
    As they attempt to bolt free

    Though I had this truth in-head
    As their back legs came rushing
    I’d leap like a youth instead
    Then I’d continue brushing

  18. headintheclouds87

    Silent Souls

    Delicate and sensitive souls
    Crack easily under life’s demands,
    After burying them into the pile
    Of things to be tolerated and/or ignored,
    So that a strain so long suppressed
    Must inevitably break and snap
    Into the form of frantic outburst
    And barely considered decision,
    But these jumped-to judgements
    Reveal the concealed wishes
    Of limp and weak-willed men
    That would otherwise remain hidden
    In the harsh mists of silence
    Never to be seen again.

  19. snugglysawft03

    Dropped into a seat
    In my favorite booth at the
    Diner where we go for breakfast,
    Glanced at the waitress with the dark hair,
    Without thinking, I snapped my fingers in her direction,
    She turned her face towards me, her liquid
    Brown eyes aflame with annoyance
    As she said, “I don’t work here,”
    And I felt foolish and simple
    And hung my head.

  20. MET

    Snap Decisions

    Those professions that call for snap judgments
    Are tough ones to do.
    One wrong judgment call
    Can harm someone beyond repair;
    Ca bring a world of hurt on your soul, and
    Haunt you the rest of your days.
    Those people we rely on daily to keep us safe
    Are the people we judge harshly
    When things go wrong, but
    None of those judging
    Are standing in that room
    With only seconds to decide, and
    I know they pray to the atmosphere
    That what they do will be the right one.
    I know because I was often in that room
    With different faces and furniture
    Making that decision, and
    I prayed somehow, I would not regret
    The snap decision I was making.

    Mary Elizabeth Todd
    May 31, 2017

  21. De Jackson

    Ever continuing triolet play with Walt. 😉

    Blues Traveler

    You know you’ve connected by the sound
    (just snap your fingers twice, and sing.)
    Decide I’m here, and coming ’round
    (you’ll know you’ve connected by the sound
    of my footsteps echoed, homeward bound.)
    But I’m not staying – I’m a wandered thing.
    You know you’ve connected by the sound
    (just snap your fingers twice, and sing.)

    1. Walter J Wojtanik

      TRAVELOG DOG

      Just snap your fingers twice, and sing
      although us listening to it is ill advised.
      If you must, do it with all the gusto you can bring,
      (just snap your fingers twice, and sing.)
      Canines for miles around will have their ears ring,
      and your sound will be drowned out by their cries.
      Just snap your fingers twice, and sing
      although us listening to it is ill advised.

      1. De Jackson

        She Rules With An Iron Fist, and Busy Fingers

        Although us listening to it is ill advised,
        you can snap your fingers all you please.
        Will we snap into action? The questions arise –
        and listening to them is ill advised.
        Perhaps we should try some indecision on for size
        to get us through this whole darn thing.
        Although us listening to it is ill advised,
        you can snap your fingers all you please.

        1. Walter J Wojtanik

          SHOOTING FROM THE HIP

          You can snap your fingers all you please,
          but that doesn’t make you cool or hip.
          Cool and hip are the bees knees,
          and you can snap your fingers all you please.
          But surely, you’re not one of these,
          so don’t give me your jive or your lip!
          You can snap your fingers all you please,
          but that doesn’t make you cool or hip.

          1. De Jackson

            Name Calling

            It doesn’t make you cool or hip
            to assume the worst of someone else.
            Oh, how that slope will slide and slip –
            no, it doesn’t make you cool or hip
            to call names or lay blame or long guilt trips
            while Perfect’s what you call yourself.
            It doesn’t make you cool or hip
            to assume the worst of someone else.

          2. Walter J Wojtanik

            NAME DROPPING

            To assume the worst of another soul
            is to shine a bad light on your vanity.
            You seem to think you have control
            when you assume the worst of another soul.
            Animus will surely take its toll
            and contribute to your insanity.
            To assume the worst of another soul
            is to shine a bad light on your vanity.

          3. De Jackson

            Ooops.

            To shine a bad light on your vanity
            was never at all my intent.
            Perhaps a snap judgment of humanity
            that shined a bad light on your vanity.
            I ask for forgiveness, not profanity –
            already too many words have been spent.
            To shine a bad light on your vanity
            was never at all my intent.

          4. Walter J Wojtanik

            MEA CULPA

            Pardon me, it was never at all my intent.
            I’ll man up and take the blame all the same.
            It was a decision I could not prevent,
            Pardon me, it was never at all my intent.
            And your forgiveness is truly heaven sent,
            all the same, I’ll take the blame.
            Pardon me, it was never at all my intent.
            I’ll own up and take the blame all the same.

          5. De Jackson

            My Cup

            I’ll own up and take the blame all the same,
            cuz I’m pouring this day from an almost-full cup.
            When it comes time to point fingers, call names,
            I’ll own up and take the blame all the same.
            I’ll take the fall; you take the fame.
            Cuz through it all, your friendship’s enough.
            I’ll own up and take the blame all the same.
            cuz I’m pouring this day from an almost-full cup.

          6. Walter J Wojtanik

            OVERFLOW

            I’m pouring this day from an almost-full cup
            and my cup runneth over with love.
            Be it a large swallow of merely a sip,
            I’m pouring this day from an almost-full cup.
            Knowing your heart is knowing what’s up
            And it’s never rash when it rises above.
            I’m pouring this day from an almost-full cup
            and my cup runneth over with love

          7. De Jackson

            Early to Rise

            My cup runneth over with love,
            the antidote for any trial.
            Even when life gets troubled and tough,
            my cup runneth over with love.
            It’s the grace-filled result of
            starting each day with a sunrise smile.
            My cup runneth over with love,
            the antidote for any trial.

          8. Walter J Wojtanik

            YES, YOUR HONOR

            Truth is the antidote for any trial.
            The truth, the whole truth and nothing but!
            You swear to tell it, so smile.
            Truth is the antidote for any trial.
            So help you God, we’ll put it on file,
            don’t perjure yourself, spill your gut.
            Truth is the antidote for any trial.
            The truth, the whole truth and nothing but!

          9. De Jackson

            Purge Yourself

            The truth, the whole truth and nothing butt
            (fart jokes have no place inside these hallowed halls.)
            We’ve set edicts and rules, and they have gained us what?
            The truth, the whole truth and nothing butt.
            No (cr)ass words, no gross grins, no sailor scutt –
            Just the work of justice for these wondrous walls.
            The truth, the whole truth and nothing butt
            (fart jokes have no place inside these hallowed halls.)

          10. Walter J Wojtanik

            DID YOU SMELL THE ONE ABOUT…

            Fart jokes have no place inside these hallowed halls.
            I don’t care how long you remain full of hot air!
            I’d say they don’t even belong in hollowed stalls!
            (fart jokes have no place inside these hallowed halls.)
            But, lest you explode against these four walls,
            you’d be in the right place, so let’s be fair.
            Fart jokes have no place inside these hallowed halls.
            I don’t care if you have to stay over                                      there!

          11. De Jackson

            The Reparation of Us

            I don’t care if you have to stay over there,
            it’s time right now for some separation.
            I know others might stop and stare,
            but I don’t care if you have to stay over there.
            The smell that’s emitted from you is rare,
            and my nose is in a state of near expiration!
            I don’t care if you have to stay over there,
            it’s time right now for some separation.

          12. Walter J Wojtanik

            FIXIN TO START

            It’s time right now for some separation.
            It seemed like the craziest of demands.
            It’s true I could use a long vacation,
            it’s time right now for some separation.
            It’s surely a way to maIntaIn my station,
            your fervent wish is my command.
            It’s time right now for some separation.
            It seemed like the craziest of demands.

          13. De Jackson

            Don’t Judge Me if I Am Hesitant

            It seemed like the craziest of demands.
            (Did you really mean to ask for the moon?)
            Perhaps I didn’t hear you, or understand –
            it seemed like the craziest of demands.
            I’ll fashion a lasso, just like I’ve planned,
            but I don’t think she’ll be tamed quite this soon.
            It seemed like the craziest of demands.
            (Did you really mean to ask for the moon?)

          14. Walter J Wojtanik

            SLOW TO JUDGE

            (Did you really mean to ask for the moon?)
            I heard of setting your sights high, but this
            is asking for too much, too soon.
            (Did you really mean to ask for the moon?)
            Such lofty goals would make one swoon,
            when just a few stars would feel like bliss.
            (Did you really mean to ask for the moon?)
            I heard of setting your sights high, but this?

          15. De Jackson

            Slow Down, Son

            I’ve heard of setting your sights high, but this?
            Why not just demand that golden sun?
            (That delicious shimmery butterscotch kiss.)
            I’ve heard of setting your sights high, but this?
            At dusk, it burns out with a silent hiss,
            and then you’ll be sitting there with less than none.
            I’ve heard of setting your sights high, but this?
            Why not just demand that golden sun?

          16. Walter J Wojtanik

            SLOW SUN DOWN

            Why not just demand that golden sun
            remain and stay throughout the night?
            It will give us a chance for much more fun,
            why not just demand that golden sun?
            But the prospect of our getting sleep will be… none!
            I guess the daytime sun will be all right!
            Why not just demand that golden sun
            remain and stay through the night?

            ** I think I just set you up for an interesting continuance (and a potentially poor snap judgment)

          17. De Jackson

            Show Gun Sun

            Remain and stay through the night?
            Or use the fire escape to nimbly flee?
            M’lady, I want not a fight.
            Remain, and stay though the night
            and chance your husband find us by the light
            and think that you plus I might make a we.
            Remain and stay throughout the night?
            Or use the fire escape to nimbly flee?

          18. Walter J Wojtanik

            SHOGUN SON

            Use the fire escape to nimbly flee
            or stay and battle as great warriors tend to do.
            Though somewhat of a “generalissimo” you be,
            you could use the fire escape to nimbly flee?
            But, I did not raise you to turn tail and run, you see,
            for you hold great power that was handed to you!
            Use the fire escape to nimbly flee
            or stay and battle as great leaders tend to do.

          19. De Jackson

            Shogun Song

            Will you stay and battle, as great leaders tend to do?
            Or will you saddle us with the sight of your leaving?
            Will you shake hands to sky, and say you’re through,
            or will you stay and battle, as great leaders tend to do?
            The challenges are great; the rewards are few,
            but the thought of you gone has my stone heart grieving.
            Will you stay and battle, as great leaders tend to do?
            Or will you saddle us with the sight of your leaving?

          20. Walter J Wojtanik

            GOING, GOING, GONE

            I will not saddle you with the sight of my leaving
            You will awaken one day and I’ll be gone.
            Sight unseen I will have been, if you are believing.
            I will not saddle you with the sight of my leaving.
            My shadow will no longer fall, it is quite deceiving,
            you’ll never quite know when I am done.
            I will not saddle you with the sight of my leaving
            You will awaken one day and I’ll be gone.

          21. De Jackson

            Snap Your Fingers, and I Might Just Come Back

            You will awaken one day and I’ll be gone,
            but don’t assume it will be forever.
            Here’s one thing you can count on:
            you will awaken one day and I’ll be gone.
            Don’t mourn the life force of your dear Han –
            you’ll only fly Solo ’till a change in weather.
            You will awaken one day and I’ll be gone,
            but don’t assume it will be forever.

          22. Walter J Wojtanik

            FOREVER AGO, IN A GALAXY NOT THAT FAR

            Don’t assume it will be forever.
            Or for that matter, the galaxy was all that far.
            And whether your right hand gets severed,
            don’t assume it will be forever.
            Cybernetic hands are rather clever,
            your father had one, now you’re on par.
            Don’t assume it will be forever.
            Or for that matter, the galaxy was all that far.

  22. carolemt87

    Snapshots

    Pictures evict
    an unknown girl
    like prison bars
    slammed sharp between
    several generations.

    Chestnut horses flutter
    around the iron gate
    like angry clouds marching
    among tall sycamores.

    Spider spread blossoms
    in the cool morning fog
    like yellow chrysanthemums
    whispering quietly
    in Grandma’s garden.

    Carol Carpenter

  23. Walter J Wojtanik

    PASSING ON LOVE

    As the dense smoke of ill decision lifts,
    it becomes clear that a heavy heart is cumbersome.
    Where once it danced lightly and entranced,

    it now serves to be too clumsy and immense,
    it pelts the senses like a wet sack of cement.
    Heartbeats are reduced to a murmur,

    they are reluctant to answer love’s call.
    You can guess that all stray thoughts travel
    to hell and back without a GPS.

  24. Walter J Wojtanik

    LET GO

    Jettisoned.

    The ties that bind have released,
    and a piece of your past floats
    mindlessly, aimlessly into
    the atmosphere. Your decisions
    are a snap and as vacuous
    as the stratosphere of late,
    but the great thing about it,
    is once you set things free
    you are able to start fresh.
    Step free of the mess you had
    a hand in and begin again.
    The first step is admitting
    you were a part of the problem.
    Your umbilical has been cut;
    you are Major Tom, a satellite on this
    star-filled night. Freedom is just
    another word for not giving a flying starship!
    No anchor will secure you once the tether
    has been snipped. Release your grip and drift.
    No matter what you decide, consider yourself

    jettisoned!

  25. Walter J Wojtanik

    SNAP SHOTS

    Visions secured in
    heart tattoos of Technicolor.
    Kodachrome kept
    in the vault of your mind;
    mega-pixels held for posterity,
    photographs with a memory.
    Bringing joys long festered,
    sequestered deeply within.
    Sorrows of many lost
    tomorrows preserved
    in faces and places
    of loves long gone.
    And somewhere, there is
    a flash of brilliance
    illuminating the shadows.
    You choose this moment to
    preserve. It deserves a revered space.
    Your snap decision is precise.
    These memories will live in photographs.

    1. MET

      Going thru the 4,000 +++ slides that my father made of construction of our beautiful parkways, wild flowers and family photos….I have 1000 done and I know I way underestimated how many there were… this poem reminded me I needed to get back to that daunting task…

  26. PowerUnit

    We’ve made a decision
    a change in direction
    for the benefit of the company
    the many who remain, are the best
    choices have been debated
    and those not in this room
    are no longer in our plans
    we’ve determined the best
    methods of growth, no more
    lost opportunities
    efficiencies of scale
    have been sacrificed
    for the lean meats
    we are focused
    on quality execution
    customer pleasing processes
    on robust profit margins
    investor appeasing analyses
    God only knows
    if the alter
    is now set right

  27. Arash

    Cherries
    by Arash

    The crystal bowl full of cherries
    sat proudly right in the center
    of the walnut coffee table.
    Handsome men in expensive suits
    and their beautiful ladies
    sat in grand chairs with legs of gold,
    while I felt lost among adults,
    standing there eyeing the cherries.
    I leaned forward and suddenly
    a dozen smug eyes fixed on me
    dissecting all my graceless moves
    as I reached into the tangled
    stems of that rich cherry jungle.
    So with no time to think I picked
    the ripest and juiciest one,
    when all at once a loud chorus
    shouted at me and I sat down,
    ashamed of having mistaken
    artificial fruit for real ones.

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