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Dear Jack, | |||
long time no word, but here's a peach for your larder - add a bit of brandy, to taste! | |||
If you are under the weather, please know that I am, too: a modest heart attack in mid-Dec, & a pleasant stay in hospital a few safe doors from Terminal ward! - & I'm home with Lynn & our Lark (13 1/2, skier, artist & all boy). I'll be almost new in a month or so. | |||
My [[unclear]] is still getting reviewed. Did [[unclear]] send you a copy? | |||
Love, | |||
Charlie | |||
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DATE Dear Jack, long time no word, but here's a peach for your larder - add a bit of brandy, to taste! If you are under the weather, please know that I am, too: a modest heart attack in mid-Dec, & a pleasant stay in hospital a few safe doors from Terminal ward! - & I'm home with Lynn & our Lark (13 1/2, skier, artist & all boy). I'll be almost new in a month or so. My unclear is still getting reviewed. Did unclear send you a copy? Love, Charlie
The Last Peach My ladder leaned at sunset's ruddy roof when it was touch and go if I could pluck (in a moment before the first black frost) just short of my grasp as I gambled limbs, the tree's and mine, to claim that classic fruit a season had ripened for me, I figured, reaching up and up for that nubile flesh,
to meet the pinhead gaze of a golden bee tentacled tight to peach's solar check, forager's last flight from a storeyed hive, astronaut on asteroid, frozen to attention--- icy air arriving wave on wave, congealer of planets, guardian of vagrant galaxies while I puffed steam pinioned under stars as I pondered a peach's cooling globe. Charles Miller (a recent poem, in tune w/ the Times!)