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| image courtesy of Greg Laychak |
The homes of old people smell
Of cooked cabbage
And decorative soaps
But that's better than the stale urine
And disinfectant smell
Of nursing homes
I wonder whether they can smell it on themselves
The odor of decay
Dependence
Approaching death
How does the peach tree judge
When a peach has passed from lush to
Overripe to
Rot?
Is the peach aware
Of the moment it will be dropped from the tree
To the ground below?
submitted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry
