~Linda Pastan
Barefoot
and sun-dazed,
I bite into this ripe peach
of a month,
gathering children
into my arms
in all their sandy
glory,
heaping
my table each night
with nothing
but corn and tomatoes.
Barefoot
and sun-dazed,
I bite into this ripe peach
of a month,
gathering children
into my arms
in all their sandy
glory,
heaping
my table each night
with nothing
but corn and tomatoes.
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