oh peach pit where'd the hours go
when your orange skin began to glow
from a hanging branch in gardens home
not much is hidden underneath
a rock heart for breaking teeth
and apple cores cyanide seed
it's been a long season through
all this rotting fruit with you
it's been a long season through
this rotting fruit with you
lift back and see the darkness hid
swallowed up an angled in
looking back at sweetness dim
ripe june had leaf and shady friend
the cool are is gone again