Sunday in July
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moonlitwell
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Sunday in July 🍒

Sunday in July

I watch my father pluck cherries

from the tree on the front lawn

It’s late; the sun is low and lazy

My mother ushers me from the window to my bed

Sunlight persists

through the blinds in my room

Calling me back to the window

to watch my father balance on shaky limbs

I pray they don’t snap

I will crawl into bed with them later

Quietly

Before the sun has a chance to wake them

The only time I can be sure they’re together

At least that’s how I remember it

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