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Rotting Peaches

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fresh
bread, dried
herbs
rosemary
lemon
and
sweet, sweet
home-canned peaches
filled the air

pots, pans, old
sparkling music
birds
and the
blackened spoon
scrape, scrape
in the pot of
beans, scrape
scrape.

now
only
the hum
of
the
garbage
disposal

and the
sickly
sweet, sweet
reek
of rotting peaches.




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