for now.
sliced in quarters
removing the hard pit.
i'll call it dessert.
i'll eat it slowly.
letting the juices
roll down my chin.
it will remind me of
other summers.
i'll think back on the first
peach and smile.
here's another.
it's enough. this one
sweet piece of fruit.
enough
to see me through
the day,
the night.
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