The Elberta ripens
thinned by ground squirrels—
dogs bark at night:
raccoons down from the hills.

I have lost my car again
trapped in another strange place
without friends, backtracking
in my dreams to rise

in the dark, fumble
for a light too bright
to find my way outside
to follow the dogs with a rifle

to the gate beside the peach tree.
No eyes burning in the black,
barking fades out of range,
I am now awake

and wonder what it takes
to save a peach,
or why we bother—
other than its taste.


2 responses to “TASTE OF PEACH

  1. Peter Notehelfer

    There be peaches, then there be PEACHES!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nets on top, traps on the bottom…coon skin hats for Christmas.

    Liked by 1 person

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