> > Here are some of the last peonies - the best year ever for them. The doubles are a great addition. >   > > But the singles are the staple. I love the buds by the blossoms. >  > > I am sorry to see them disappear. > > From Blossoms > > From blossoms comes > this brown paper bag of peaches > we bought from the boy > at the bend in the road where we turned toward > signs painted Peaches. > > From laden boughs, from hands, > from sweet fellowship in the bins, > comes nectar at the roadside, succulent > peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, > comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat. > > O, to take what we love inside, > to carry within us an orchard, to eat > not only the skin, but the shade, > not only the sugar, but the days, to hold > the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into > the round jubilance of peach. > > There are days we live > as if death were nowhere > in the background; from joy > to joy to joy, from wing to wing, > from blossom to blossom to > impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. > > Li-Young Lee >
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