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PEACH SOME LAID THEIR HANDS ON

Peach some laid their hands on and they fell off.

An afternoon meal of peaches.

A cloud does not dapple the sky: they are in touch

the peach in the heat

and the slow-moving hands.

A litter of peaches squished

and one peeling itself in the shade.

I am who loves it here.

I eat a peach with my whole mouth

and can see everything.

Peach is French for a feeling

like be still be exactly still.