Peaches

I found a new favorite poem for favorite life moments…

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From Blossoms, by Li Young Lee

From blossoms comes

this brown paper bag of peaches

we bought from the boy

at the bend in the road where

we turned toward signs painted Peaches.

 

From laden boughs, from hands

from sweet fellowship in the bins, 

comes nectar at the roadside,

succulent

peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,

comes the familiar dust of summer

dust we eat.

 

O, take what we love inside,

to carry within us an orchard, to eat

not only the skin, but the shade

not only the sugar, but the days, to hold

the fruit in our hands, adore it, then 

bite into

the round jubilance of peach.

 

There are days we live

as if death were nowhere 

in the background; from joy 

to joy to joy, from wing to wing, 

from blossom to blossom to 

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. 

 

***

Aren’t we lucky?

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