P is for Peacock

Peacock as in Molly Peacock, a poet born in upstate New York who now lives questionably (could be, could not be…) more north in Toronto. Her poem, “Couple Sharing a Peach,” was in a Poem-A-Day calendar I had a few years ago. I saved it, and here it is:

Couple Sharing a Peach

It’s not the first time
we’ve bitten into a peach.
But now at the same time
it splits–half for each.
Our “then” is inside its “now,”
its halved pit unfleshed–

what was refreshed.
Two happinesses unfold
from one joy, folioed.
In a hotel room
our moment lies
with its ode inside,
a red tinge,
with a hinge.

~ Molly Peacock

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