a poem about a box of peaches,
a ring of peaches, two peaches
step into the ring, don fuzzy gloves,
and there! that famous right hook,
juice on the floor, and you can see
the sunlight found in every peach,
especially on an overcast hot day
like today, when we are all sticky
sugars made from air,
peach sweat with salt to taste.
title + first line by KW