Each year, in June, a wooden sign:
hand-painted cherries and the words Yum Yum,
a block that turns from Closed to Open.
Seasonal workers climb tapered ladders,
their pickings weighed and poured into plastic,
pass our house on the way to the Co-Op,
Crispin’s chip shop, the Golden Dragon,
return to their caravans, carriers swinging.
End of the season, the pickers leave.
A chainsaw bite at the back of the knees
does for the spent trees. They lie where they fall.
Sheep graze amid the jagged stumps, dirty white.
Maria C. McCarthy © 2015