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Published: Fri Oct 15 1976
Eva Lundsager, Were now like (detail), 2021, oil on canvas
Bushel Basket

A woman is not an apronful
Of peaches
Loosed on a slate drainboard
Late in lackadaisical
Sun, that sweet billiard break
Of wobble and
Rubbed cheeks.

But take peaches, loaded thick
In a bushel basket.

That one, middle way down,
Small, but too ripe
For culling out,
The weight of overfill
Above, pressing it
Flush between slats,

Where it bruises, a slight
Nectary rivulet
Turning woodgrain
And, not taking eyes from it
Till it reaches

This tickle
At the back of the throat.

See what's inside AGNI 5 and 6

Thomas Johnson has a chapbook, _Footholds _(Ironwood Press), and a full-length book, _Homing Signals _(Stone-Marrow Press). (1975)

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