Peaches on a Summer Day

She smiled at the memory
Of the peach stand in Georgia

And the thirst she felt
Two hours later
On the road
Somewhere south of it

And of
The way
Her lips kissed the burnt orange color
Marveling at the
dreams she drove toward
Images came so easily back then
And the juice
Leaking down
The side of her mouth
As she laughed out
with deLiGhT
Could life get any better than this moment?

she knew there will no longer
Be biting into peaches now
They must now be cut up into
little bits
since her mouth did not allow it

And she had such gratitude
That on that day, she opted to stop by the peach stand

 

 

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