For the Last Time - Feb. 24, 2025
- Gary Hunter
- Feb 24
- 1 min read
my dead peach tree
sawed into pieces
hard as peach pits
no smell of peaches
just a hiss as it burns
in peach-colored flames
after tonight
I’ll never mention
that tree again
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