Sunday, May 23, 2010

A Peach

Adolescence happens only once
spinning out of control, carefree
far from the red wine cellar;
happy.

One day the clouds dip into view
fluffy and glue hardening white -
drawing a large map in pen;
enlightened.

It follows you quietly, like juice of
a peach seeps into your veins,
but electrified are you
before it molds on your shoulder.