Peach Season!

The juice drips down my chin
As I look over at the man I just met in the orchard
I smile, wipe the juice off
Climb back up my ladder

The orchard reminds me of my grandmother
Her rhythm of hard work
peach jam and apple pie

Peach season and it is hot
The sweat drips down my back
My t-shirt plastered to my body

I feel rung out
Rung thin
There’s no hiding in this heat

Peach juice drips down my chin
I look over at the man I just met

I smile.

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Author: Bryn Bamber

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