{"id":94165,"date":"2021-06-26T16:51:58","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:51:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=94165"},"modified":"2021-06-27T12:45:36","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T16:45:36","slug":"a-crate-of-picked-peaches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/a-crate-of-picked-peaches\/","title":{"rendered":"A Crate of Picked Peaches"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Crate of Picked Peaches<\/span><\/p>\n

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dappled as summer\u2019s sunset<\/span><\/p>\n

blushed yellow & red, stacked<\/span><\/p>\n

perfectly in a wooden crate<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

each rounded cheek boasts<\/span><\/p>\n

fuzzy flesh, begs teeth<\/span><\/p>\n

to sink into skin, savor<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

like Renoir\u2019s velvet still\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

tells a mouth-watering story<\/span><\/p>\n

of sunshine rained sugar<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

stone fruits: big softballs, plump<\/span><\/p>\n

water juicing glory<\/span><\/p>\n

firm, but soft in hand<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

think of childhood sweetness<\/span><\/p>\n

moments before waking<\/span><\/p>\n

dimples upon pillows<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

magnificent and magnificence<\/span><\/p>\n

individual and collective, all<\/span><\/p>\n

uniform attentive spheres<\/span><\/p>\n

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each tree-ripened fruit<\/span><\/p>\n

peaks at its sweetest tang<\/span><\/p>\n

picked for this June moment\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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sumptuous fragrance whisks me<\/span><\/p>\n

to a fruit stand, my father selects\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

treats for Sunday afternoons<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

what delight, gift of gods<\/span><\/p>\n

to eat, peach juice dripping<\/span><\/p>\n

liquid gold down my arms<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

June 26, 2021<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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