Impeachment
I
The peaches
ripen,
till they descend
from the tree,
and feel
the bruises of
the fall.
II
Eat,
the ripened fruit
before it
makes its way,
into
the ground.
III
The green
fruit
smiles,
when it watches
the old fruit,
drop.
Copyright © Jessica Renee Dawson | Year Posted 2019
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