September Market

Is anything more delightful
than the peach
sliding across the cream?
Or the tomato with salt, mayo,
and cracked black peppercorns?
They take me back to every summer
that always ends just as it’s peaking.
One minute, it’s watermelon,
and the next, pumpkin squash
lading down tables
at the chilly fall fair.
The corn waits in its husk.

Crickets sing through dusk
that comes so much earlier now.
The ducks are leaving the pond
to follow the bright, warm sun.

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