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To Eat Apeach

To Eat A Peach

Spring is here.
The delicate tree blossoms replace
     the delicate white lights of Winter.
From the petals fruit will grow.

Pears, plums, apricots, cherries,
       nectarines...
Peaches.

I set the unripe soft rose and yellow
    orb on the windowsill.
Two days later I tenderly lift it 
    and gently squeeze its warmth before 
    I wash it.

Biting into it...
     the sweet liquid is Ambrosia.
The juice runs down my chin onto          
     my tee.
I greedily suck the peach’s flesh dry.

I daydream as I munch.
Peach cobbler, peach pie with a lattice crust, 
peach shortcake, peach muffins, 
stewed peaches, peach tea bread, 
slices on your cereal, slices in a bowl with cream.

OR...only for dessert?
How would a 
       chicken breast soaked in a peach marinade taste? 
My taste buds begin chattering.

Summer’s here!
corn on the cob, okra, tomatoes: 
small ones that pop in your mouth 
and big beefy wedges that
garnish crisp celery slices, carrot medallions, 
tender Bibb lettuce, sliced mushrooms, cucumbers, 
asparagus, broccoli, Vidalia onions, cauliflower...

Watermelon, blueberries, cantaloupe, 
      strawberries, honeydews, raspberries...

Juicy hot dogs, spicy barbecue, thick charbroiled hamburgers, 
hot German potato salad, 3-bean salad, macaroni salad, 
potato chips and French onion soup dip, 
soft pretzels dipped in brown mustard, popcorn...

chocolate chip cookies, Snickerdoodles, 
strawberry shortcake, 
chocolate cake with red, white and blue frosting for the 4th, 
apple pie
  — softball, Mom, doggies —

I awake with a start. There is drool 
      on my pillow.
Another day begins but it’s really 
       not another day.
It’s the same day I’ve been living                          
       since 1 May 2017 ~
The day I let the dentist pull 
       out the last 5 teeth I had 
       in my lower jaw.

And as I come to consciousness 
       my tongue pushes
       against and spills out over the 
       the soft toothless tissue that burns constantly 
       and is covered in a thick gooey saliva ~ place a     
       teaspoon of Elmer's
       glue in your mouth ~ if
       you care to have a taste
       of my reality.

Summer’s here. 
Clear your palate.
Clean your plate.

Barbara Dickenson 
1 May 2018





        
	
	

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