Couple Sharing a Peach
It's not the first time we've bitten into a peach. But now at the same time it splits--half for each. Our "then" is inside its "now," its halved pit unfleshed-- what was refreshed. Two happinesses unfold from one joy, folioed. In a hotel room our moment lies with its ode inside, a red tinge, with a hinge.
From Cornucopia by Molly Peacock. Copyright © 2002 by Molly Peacock. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved.