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 http://www.michaellylewriter.com. My chapbook “The Everywhere of Light” was published in October, 2018 and has just sold out. A second printing will be available soon.