on a not-quite-summer
Sunday afternoon.  

It should have been cheddar
except that I took
the wrong credit card to Meijer’s,  

it was expired,

and when I went back
to correct by stupid mistake,

I got distracted by Rainier cherries,

the kind that are not quite yellow
and not red, either,
like the ones you bought me
at that market in Seattle

on a not-quite-summer
Sunday afternoon

back when everything was still ahead of us.