Postcard 22

The low hanging fruit isn't ripe yet
Hard, green, not rewarding even
For minimal effort. Climb to the top
Grasp the soft, sweet, red flesh between
Teeth and suck down the juice, then
Hop back down to earth. Remember you will
Burn if you stay up there too long
The sight you see takes your breath away and you can
Grow drunk on the sugar, along with
Your giddy glee at your good fortune
Bask in the knowledge
You won't have to work as
Hard tomorrow, for the
Sunshine will trickle down
Slowly burnishing rewards
Closer to earth until the
Moment you just raise
A hand to the heavens
You won't miss the thorns
But you will miss the view