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From Blossoms

 

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road…

From laden boughs, from hands
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
… the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
its round jubilance …

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

-Li-Young Lee

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