the sliced peach

heavy with juice

glistens on the summer plate


chunks torn from the pit

jagged where red life

seeped into the yellow flesh


chewy skin

dried and curled

toward soon-brittle days

when chill will rake

this chair in the arbor


and the garish saucer

is back in the high cabinet

with the red-ringed pitcher

that sweats to hold

the unsweetened tea


– Michael Lyle

This poem was originally published in Pinyon

My poems have appeared or are forthcoming in a variety of journals and magazines. More at My chapbook “The Everywhere of Light” was published in October, 2018 and has just sold out. A second printing will be available soon.