This is

massaging morello-cherry jam, onto

hastily-baked scones.

The civility smells sweet, tangy and good.

Our exchanging smiles–the jam

easing onto uneven scones,

spreading the new found happiness,

smoothing over an unfortunate baking process;

where opinions were hit with wooden spoons

and words stirred up by interferers.

You were the flour: potentially

steady and the solid, our main ingredient.

So was I the milk?–Needing something else

to feed me strong and whole,

instead of palely sour?

Now we add massaged, moist, morello cherries

to the mix,

to sweeten, re-kindle...

Of course, there's always more flour, if

this scone doesn't taste how I desire

at least, we tried.

©K.E.M 2005