peaches and joy and chagall

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peaches and joy and chagall

I love to see the groom and bride weaving
through the chimney pots, soaring
like married kites. They make me happy
the way peaches do, dripping with sunlight.

Sometimes I make peach sandwiches on white.
Sometimes I slice peaches like hemi-cheerios.
Peach juice runs down my chin hairs. Joy
sticks to my fingers and my wedding ring.

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