Thursday, July 18, 2013
HOLDING A PERFECT, RIPE PEACH, right now. Is there perfection in this world?
Mother Nature takes care of that. The bounty of the earth. Not us..we're here to mess up, spot karma along the way, try to make amends.
But Mother? At the bottom of all mischief, all temptation. Be tempted now. Easily assemble tonight's dessert. Find a peach as sweet as mine, with real fuzz on it, rosy as a baby's bottom..eat it now, or slice into it...that's right another slice, and another. Falling into your most precious crystal..the one you drink champs from. Or the one your grandmother brought over from the old country.
Pour some excellent red wine over the peaches. They seem to crave it, but not too much...this isn't Sangria. It's dessert. So put it on the sideboard. Go about dinner. Drink what you wish. Then get a silver spoon. Yes, silver and crystal, peaches and wine. No sugar, no spice, scoop the peaches past your lips, swirl the wine. Ahhh.....
Here's the ending of a poem that I wrote several years ago. It's included in a book of poetry, "Two Ghosts"...(aha!)...about a visit to Saint-Paul de Vence.
From "The Peaches of Saint-Paul" :
"A vender's cart,
just wheeled into the shade,
Melons were cut open,
their pale green flesh
summoning a rush of fruit flies.
A dozen peaches
ripened to a dazzling pink.
One glowed with a fever
in my cupped hands.
I brushed its pre-pubescent fuzz
against your cheek.
It became a secret kiss
that no one saw.
But I saved
the first bite
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