Peach

Yellow blushing reddy pink
soft to the touch
juicy inside
dripping sugar sweet
down the front of my shirt
skin sticking in my teeth
flesh yellow, orange, pink
dissolving away with each bite
Summer peaches, memories
of canning with grandma
in the oppressive summer heat
of the steamy too hot kitchen
The rolling water
meeting that blushed skin
which after a minute pulls away
Grandma splitting the flesh
to dislodge the pit,
Halves bundled together
in large glass jars
the hot sweet syrup
seeping into all the spaces
bubbling with dislodged air
Oh that sweet tangy flesh
which reminds me of home