Peaches II

June is long over, and with it the fruits

That I loved and devoured

Without thought.

Yes,

We had worshipped the summer.

How the sun seemed to spring joyful, alive,

From down under the mountains

And hang dazed in the pale sky

as if stunned.

We were stunned.

Such an abundance of peaches

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That they seemed sure to rot long before me

And my hungry mouth could try

To finish.

Strange

How autumn makes itself known

And prepares its own grave, welcome us in,

A different way to love us.

New fruits that know of winter,

know the dark,

And I think

That summer might never come

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Back to me, not now that I know what will come

After it and how the fruit

In fact ends.

Now,

Perhaps it is better to

Instead think of winter and make stores of

Less sweet fruit, that might yet give

The sun still inside of them up

To my mouth.

But I think

I still think of the peaches.

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