Peaches
In Lexington there are peaches
July peaches
all the way from Georgia.
Watching her bite into one
laughter down her chin
reminds me
of the rough hands that picked it
and the seed it’s from
and the rain.
Everything she does
is full of everything it’s made of.
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love this
Such a delicious poem! Love it!
Watching her bite into one
laughter down her chin
reminds me
of the rough hands that picked it
and the seed it’s from
and the rain.
It does not get better than this…