Succulence

6.2.06

Slow down to eat the summer peach

as your teeth tear lightly through

the fuzzed skin

and into warm jammy flesh

Roll the sun turned blueberry

on your tongue

before the explosive bite

Hold the crisp sponge watermelon

slice in sticky fingers

then crunch the juice down your throat

Spit summer's seeds

into bushes

Toss pits into piles

and mound rinds into compost

Wind peels, if you must, into

tiny tornado whorls

But waste nothing

of the fruit

in Nature's sugar shop