she liked to call Monday her Sabbath

and eat peaches at the lake

under a canopy of beach elms

with the squirrels chattering

brave enough to scanter across her picnic blanket

stealing peaches for themselves

celebrating in glory their bounty

which they didn’t have to steal

because she was ready to toss them a spare

peach for the beach

until the moon shown

a perfect peach in the evening sky

reflecting orange syrupy colors

that dripped away like her Sabbath