A.Late(summer).Sweetness
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the box
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
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From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches, devour dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
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O to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
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There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background: from joy
to joy, from wing to wing
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
“From Blossoms” by Li-Young Lee
Susan
Stephanie
A Still Life...A Life Still 
Oh,beauty. I can taste them now.
Gorgeous photo and poem — thanks for posting!