Local Peaches

Beside the hand-painted sign,
a young Mennonite woman sits,
black-skull-capped
head buried
in a book,

long, black-stockinged legs dangling
from the wagon loaded with peaches
waiting to be rubbed,
squeezed, eaten.

 

Leo Luke Marcello
from his book Nothing Grows in One Place Forever
Time Being Books, 1998

Used with permission of the poet’s estate.