the pits

i begin our new life today
pouring it over oatmeal soup
loving the ghost of last year’s garden
forgotten cactus spines rest in my brain
i do not feel my mind anymore, the past
so i take down the last of the peaches
the year was pretty and sweet
remembering feeling, slurping
streaming down my chin
it begins again, the day makes way
savor the flesh and toss the pits
to the chickens it’s just another day.