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peaches
peaches came to me late in life not too late
only ten peachless years
though gerber may have strained
a few peaches my way
i remember it as if it were yesterday
or even today a few minutes ago
sitting on a duffel bag of dirty clothes
the last day of summer camp
kidlets waiting for the bus to take us to the train
which would take us home
ten years old and homesick the kind of homesickness
that comes only on the last day
when looking forward to switches from where we are
to where we will be
sitting on duffle bags kids full of indian lore
and medaled with mosquito bites
eating a box lunch and a peach a fuzzy drippy
darling of a peach who knew
such sweetness could be contained so tidily
and expressed so messily
~
plums
a summer day walking with my mother
to the orchard where she finds plums
ripe and ready for harvest
plump pickable pluckable plums
to me a treasure for who knew
such a thing grew on trees
i wondered what else might grow on trees
wrigley's spearmint gum
taffy apples margaret's fried chicken
how is a child to know
when all the world is random
and plums grow on trees
~
"There's an island way out in the sea
Where the babies, they all grow on trees
And it's jolly good fun to swing in the sun
But you gotta watch out if you sneeze-sneeze
Gotta watch out if you sneeze"
~ The Baby Tree, Rosalie Sorrels
Poetry by one trick pony
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