Glory

 Noontime’s full light

makes the blossoms glow

as though lit from

inside.

You feel your heart lift

to see the warm radiance

as delicious the juice of peach

dripping down your chin.

The sun beats

through the window.

Just a few hours later

the blossoms bend

exhausted,

in the heat.

Petals wither.

The weight of death

is heavy

on the leaves.

It was a short

but beautiful

glory.

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