Local Peaches

Beside the hand-painted sign,
a young Mennonite woman sits,
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.

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About Leo Mark Marcello

Mr. Marcello is the author of four books poetry and 15 Days of Prayer with Saint Katharine Drexel and the editor of Everything Comes to Light: A Festschrift for Joy Scantlebury. He taught at Howard University, for the University of Maryland in Wales, and at McNeese State University, where he held both the first Shearman Professorship in Humanities and the Shearman Professorship of Liberal Arts.

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