two small
Jersey peaches
at the
west 97th street
farmers market
yesterday morning.
they ripened by end of day.
for breakfast
today,
i sliced one
into a favorite Astier dish
full of vanilla yogurt,
adding
a drizzle
of golden honey
from Lighthouse Keeper's,
a small batch
food
purveyor
discovered
while
on Cape Cod
last July
to celebrate
my uncle's life
and remember my dad, too.
next,
granola from Balthazar
scooped
from a bag
tied with
signature cotton bolduc,
a convergence
of worlds
in one little bowl,
the seagull
postcard
on the butcher block
a souvenir
from
my mother's 90th birthday
last fall
where assorted favors
on the dining table
added
a touch
of
needed whimsy.
she had admired
the robin redbreast
at a nearby shop,
it is a symbol
of hope and happiness,
but there were not enough
to go around
so a colorful assortment
of various birds
was made
and distributed
to each sibling,
niece,
brother in law
and/or significant other,
to match personalities
and imagined preferences.
i gave the gull
to myself
as a secret
reminder
of the magical
days of summer
and sandcastles
on Hardings Beach
built mostly
by my father,
we kids
pressing perfect clam shells
into the pyramids
with the palms
of our suntanned hands,
decorating
our shared masterpieces
with
joy.
i am
only
missing
the fresh mint
but
will
find some
at
Sunday's
market.
sweet
sweet
peach
sweet
sweet
summer.
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