The Narrative

Eventually,
I’ll get back to the narrative —
I do want to get home —

but for now,
I’m content with this fruit
before me, this peach.

It’s a story too.
Seed within both past and future.
But the flesh is present, so wetly present,

and it is all I want right now.
This moment free of nostalgia
and anticipation. This sweet

ball of interruption.
I reach for it
and let the narrative go.

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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