peach (20170624)

the peaches ripen now
the beginning of summer

we work fast

to protect what we can of this small
crop from a single tree
trimming back

the branches
where they encroach
on the neighbor’s roof
covering it with a net
in an attempt

to keep birds and
rats and squirrels
[all the same genus as far
as i am concerned when
it comes to this tree]
from making short work of
the fruit

picking a handful
that are ripe
or almost there

eating a single
peach while on the ladder
holding it in my work gloves
and biting into the soft flesh
not caring how the juice runs down
my chin or glistens on my leather fingers
tossing the pit into the open can
and thinking that i’ve never
tasted a peach that good
and knowing it may be

the sun [browning my neck]
doing the talking

14 thoughts on “peach (20170624)”

  1. Oh, you have captured it perfectly! I would say more, but I must dash to the market for some Carolina peaches now – they must be ready! (Marvelous poem!)

      1. I’ll check it out. I just read “The Apple Tree” and was very impressed. Thank you for the comparison. šŸŒ¹

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