an ode
the highlight of my day
was eating a perfect peach
succulent and ripe
shaded by nature’s paintbrush
sweet flesh
so juicy
that i stood over the
sink
while i ate it
watching drops of juice
be absorbed
by the quilted paper towel
crumpled in my hand.
i enjoyed this moment
this small, juicy minute of my day
so much
that when i finished
marveling at the source
the seed, now revealed
i smiled
pleased with life
and i ate another.
