Market Munch

Riffing on comments that farmer’s markets began to save the many California peaches who had lived to need a grave.

I bit into its fuzzy skin

And drank the local fruit’s nectar,

The flavors were stacked neatly in

Their beautiful, warm protector,

But then I bit the pit within,

Its stone cold, lifeless, hard sector –

The seed that made the fruit so sweet

Which now rots slowly as I eat.