from Gene’s Notebook
“Go shake the peach tree. There’s one more up high,
and I can’t reach it.”
I go outside, shake the branch and leaf-thick tree,
and the last peach falls to cracked earth and rotted (they ripen fast) peaches.
I pick up the fuzzy oval, bump into a branch, go inside, give it to her and she bites [...]

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