It Was no more

There were no swings in my backyard
Apricots and cherries treetops
Porch roofs to puck apricots
Bruised peaches picked to be preserved
Pears and even tomatoes
Mother cat and baby kittens
Played footsies
While blood ran down my face
Rhubarbs red veins
Sparkling firecracker
to close to my eye
Green bushes and hedges
taller than I
gone
goodbye