Three Peaches on a White Plate

  
beside the tulips
whose fingers, fisted for days, 
fly open in a sprawl of red-dappled 
double-jointed wrists
and flushed palms.
Their purple pistils, 
velvet nibs with which
they will write themselves
love poems.
In ripening
devotion,

the peaches swell 
their furred cheeks.

Barbara Rockman

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