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Dreaming the Peach
DREAMING THE PEACH
Finding words
to explain the emotions
the pen touches the page
while the mind wanders
the darkened valleys of my soul
searching for the key
that will unlock buried treasures
A picture forms
a peach
soft, ripe, fuzzy-skinned
one attached leaf
lapping at my quivering heart
Like that aged fruit
my body has turned to mush
but perhaps the flavor
will cause surprising words
to bubble up the throat
dance on my tongue and
between my teeth
Maybe my mind
will reach a straw
into the moist depths
and slowly sip its way
to dreaming
Ah, yes,
I remember…
Finding words
to explain the emotions
the pen touches the page
while the mind wanders
the darkened valleys of my soul
searching for the key
that will unlock buried treasures
A picture forms
a peach
soft, ripe, fuzzy-skinned
one attached leaf
lapping at my quivering heart
Like that aged fruit
my body has turned to mush
but perhaps the flavor
will cause surprising words
to bubble up the throat
dance on my tongue and
between my teeth
Maybe my mind
will reach a straw
into the moist depths
and slowly sip its way
to dreaming
Ah, yes,
I remember…
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Dreaming the Peach
Dreaming the Peach
