A brown woven basket - old and cracked -
held soft, furry peaches:
(a shy fruit, each piece snuggling its beard into the next).
Take one, she said. Take two.
Alone at the laundromat,
I put the yellow peaches
in the dark green seat beside me (to hold -- your place).
I brought them home
and saw they were beginning to bruise.
I stood at the cutting board without any pants on
and cut them into slices,
watching the juice seep into the worn wood,
carefully examining each piece with fingers and mouth.