Sticky, juicy, dribbling down my chin-
Laying on the summer grass
Sweat upon my skin-
I picked a good one.
Not to sound crass,
But a plump, round,
Perfectly ripe peach
Is where it’s at.
The prompt is “pickin’ peaches” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 25, National Poetry Month 2022.
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