The pit is an antidote to the overly-sweet.
It delights the senses. It makes the mouth hum.
Even their names inspire -- apricot, pluot, peach, nectarine, cherry.
Let's not forget plum.
Sliced into, those colors give way to words.
How many times can I write a peach poem.
OR FIGS
One should be as greedy for love
as one is for the ripest of peaches.
Mining Towns continued
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Ten gallon hat all gone
All along the wide streets
the lookers ready to applaud
I am in the dream of dustbins
gun holstered for a time
Dulcimers meant for targets
we could have blended cherries
with tarts and berries
no ripeness substitutes
for fragrance from the pie