The Peach
The Peach
It is almost enough, even better
than biting into it—holding
this ripe peach to your nose
and breathing in its perfume,
like entering a room of abundance
and sweetness, filled with late
summer sun slanting in through
the shifting trees. But you don’t
have to stop there—you can stay
with the soft moment, and close
both eyes, sending the peach on
to someone…
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