A Split Peach
It never got to ripen before it had started splitting at the seam.
It was still too yellow.
Not soft enough.
Too smooth like it was pulled out of the tree too soon
before it had a chance to feel.
It never got to feel enough of the breezes
It never got covered in the morning dew and feel the sun slowly dry its un-ripened skin
And start again
Or ever feel the earth catch it when it falls
In the verdant valley
Where I laid you down in your grass-stained
white gown
before it rained
And where I cried
missing all your sneezes.
Instead, it split too soon
Its heart broke before it got to fall.
Copyright © Lee Etheridge | Year Posted 2023
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