before you pick me
strip me bare
of the bounty
of what’s there
Two days ago my children and I tried
to go peach picking. All excited, we found our
way to the farm. When we arrived, we approached
a young man working at the stand stocked with baskets
of peaches and nectarines for sale. “We’d like to go picking,” I said.
“No picking today,” he replied with a blank stare. Scanning the rows and rows
of peach trees surrounding us, I said “what do you mean?”
“Too much picking last weekend,” he replied,
“no more until Friday.”
Dejected, I grabbed my grandson’s hand and lead him over to a tree
filled with fruit where I took this picture. “But Grammy, why
can’t we pick them?” he asked over and over.
“”We just have to wait.” I said.
“All we can do it look.”
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