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Poem-a-Day

Peaches

I dreamt there was a graveyard

Under the graveyard, 

Where the dead are

 

Completely naked,

Laid in a single layer,

Their warm flesh just touching.

 

In the dream I knew their bodies

Would never rot, packed careful

As peaches nestled in tissue paper

 

For overnight shipment by rail,

Arriving by morning

Barely bruised.

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