Peaches

November 21, 2009
By , Dulles, VA
there were
seven peaches
in the wooden crate

burnt-orange with the sun,
vermillion
mouths to kiss
them whole.

writing is like peach-picking:
tearing shoeless through
the trees, pressing pits
back into
the earth





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