peaches

"pa's peach", my grandfather's voice
a deep bass that always sounded
playful and funny,
I'd imagine the peach tree in our yard
with sweet orange sap, and hundreds
of big, ripe fruits
their bright, sweet flavor like 
the warm hug of summer,
then one year during the rains of May
I bought a book by Yangsook Choi
about peach heaven,
and my boss bought me those, the

peaches that are pink and white
they were crunchy and not very sweet
and I cried,

yesterday your father said 
last summer, you were in peach heaven
and one of the trees had so much fruit
it split clean down the middle 

I imagined jars and jars of peaches, 

orange and soft, suspended in syrup
as if frozen in time, 

sweeter than honey. 

NaPoWriMo #3