peach poetree

as when you
choose a peach
from a fruit bowl
and you lift it
to your teeth
but it slips
your hand
and goes
rolling
across
the floor:

poems tend to
tumble from me
as though I am not
a poet
but a peach tree:
I consult the scriptures

I consult the scriptures
I put up walls
Because I wish to keep
the blossoms safe

with each blessing
given
the erection
of an obstacle
never one
without
the other:

this is fate

watch my wind-whipped
branches

lash
against the panes
of glass
until they
shatter

and dozens
of peaches
maybe in the
hundreds
tumble
From my twigs

you may collect
each one
or let them
blister
in the sun

there will always be some
one –

there will always be some
One

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