Peach Tree

All that any of us truly know
of death

is that in the face of it, we can rely
on the sight of a peach tree

split black and rotten from top to bottom with
almost every one of the branches dry and cracked,

and on how upon the few remaining green arms
are handfuls of fruits waiting to ripen.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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