You will see how the pavement is darkened by drops
Of melting Popsicles, and how the latticework of light
Slides via ferns slowly sideways

As if casting a more and more slanted light
Upon some object you try to see sharply --
It could be a peach -- as the sun

Drapes and dribbles
Along sidewise, penetrating
The auspices of evening with the night�s thrust

Which is also the weight of the fruit, its peachy keenness
To be, throughout the longevity of its shadow --
Now darker and darker, less azure -- you realize

This is the light of attention as well, how
It seduces its needing to be into sleep, stays
Vertical, incised -- each white peach hair frozen --

Then slung along soft ways until you decide.



�2005 by Jack Anders