Oh peach pit where'd the hours go
when your orange skin began to glow
from a hanging branch in gardens homenot much is hidden underneath
a rock heart for breaking teeth
and apple cores cyanide seedit's been along season through
this rotting fruit with youlift back and see the darkness hid
swallowed up and angled in
looking back at sweetness dim
ripe june had leaf and shady friend
the cool are is gone again
