Northern California

The apricot sky seems full of wings,
orchards draped copiously in fruit.
Juice dripping from our tongues,
our hands lost in the sagging branches.

Orchards draped copiously in fruit,
watch them swell in the California sun
our hands lost in the sagging branches
anything to quench our thirst.

Watch them swell in the California sun
we are bathing in the sweet fruit,
anything to quench our thirst,
the taste of June, yellow-billed magpies and heat.

We are bathing in the sweet fruit,
soaking into parched soil,
the taste of June, yellow-billed magpies and heat,
our fingertips, the edges of our lips.

Soaking into parched soil,
juice dripping from our tongues,
our fingertips, the edges of our lips,
the apricot sky seems full of wings.



The apricot sky seems full of wings - Quoted from Barbara Colebook Peace's poem "Songs of Mary: How Could I Know?"