Undressing the Peach (CTG)

Undressing the Peach

It's around a hundred outside
as I sit in the cool lunchroom and
undress the peach on a paper plate.

I peel away the ripe vermillion-magenta skin,
ease it from the succulent flesh,
slicing with clear plastic knife into

the luscious meat and recall how
Mother so enjoyed peach season --
now near a year since her passing.

My fingers are sticky with juice,
the sweet flesh stained blood-pink
and bitter closest to the pit.

Christopher T. George

* Edited to make it "closest to the pit" instead of "closest to the hard pit."

Don't 'they' let you have real plates and utensils Chris?

I shall have to look out for a silver fruit knife for you mate. ;)

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P.S.
How's the knee?

Thanks, Oudeis. I can manage with the paper plate and the plastic knife. :) It was my ankle and it's doing fine now, thanks.... complete recovery.