The remainder of a peach is sitting on the counter at my grandmother's house Its tender yellow flesh and acid tang sweetness now settle in my young stomach Its juice fills my blood and runs down my chin The jagged seed is all that's left of the once vibrant plump fruit
The Peach Tree
The Peach Tree
The Peach Tree
The remainder of a peach is sitting on the counter at my grandmother's house Its tender yellow flesh and acid tang sweetness now settle in my young stomach Its juice fills my blood and runs down my chin The jagged seed is all that's left of the once vibrant plump fruit