The peaches you left in the bowl
on the counter
were so ripe
– overripe –
that the juice burst from my mouth
to my hand
to my shirt
to the floor
to the counter
– which had so recently been stained
at not too small an effort.

The peach
– what I had of it –
was quite delicious.
The cleanup
was exert-uous.

It was very thoughtful
of you
to leave the peaches
for me
in just such a way.

Very thoughtful
indeed.