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The Peach


 
Wield thy sword and shield
for the day has come
O Yes... another one
 
 
Crop-circles form over an even-edged field  
while blocks roll further down laden paths
row upon row, blade to soil, crease to fruit
beckons
spoiled labor, whisper those not over-turned
-ever
blacken the stalk as dot the eyes
remain 
this ash of monument 
sense to pride
glow to shimmer, flickering mosquito 
race the inner glaze 
within the jar of hope for an outside contaminated world
 
  
Noon day sometime 
there was a water break
refreshed, unnerved with spirits high
sustenance of sun through crystal glass
flowed as one between bodies 
hung across orchards 
swung from trees  
the lattice left 
with succulent peach 
 
To toil we rose, red, blue and gold
from his ploughshare, Indigo
those taken turns shake hands
nod, wink, smile
a fedora...a country mile
were it not brothers, sisters
aunts and uncles
timing a line 
integrated 
one big machine 
for the production
of comfort
 
how long does such a day last
what is the estimated value
does this only count for tomorrow 
the night may be short
moons piled high 
coin toss 
stay or escape 
Written by souladareatease
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(In Honor of Demeter)
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