Every year as the local peaches begin to arrive in the markets and groceries, I wonder, will this be the year? The year that I find the peaches of my childhood?

I haven't yet, but I hope to. Someday.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

1 comment:

David said...

They are yellow forms
Composed of curves
Bulging toward the base.
They are touched red.
<<<>>>

The shadows of the peaches
Are blobs on the wood table.
The peaches are not seen
As the observer wills.

(Excerpted and paraphrased from Wallace Stevens)