Peach

The peach sits on the counter.
The peach, bright orange and red and yellow
Sits on the cold cream-colored marble of the counter
And contrasts in a way that builds adrenaline in the eye--
The common man becomes the photographer.
He frames the shot in his mind.
Does he own a camera? He wonders
And glances about the room
But ultimately comes back to look at the peach.
It's almost to pretty to move, isn't it?
Almost.
But it can't just sit there forever
Looking pretty
Because it will rot and rot away to nothing.
And so instead, it's just today's gift--
Today's fleeting, lovely gift
That nourishes and
Offers up a flavor that is such that
It builds adrenaline in the tongue
Almost stinging, almost metallic
To match the magnetic strength
Attracting the eye.
Today, he knows
Is going to be a lovely day.