Ripening, Alone

14 days after the season’s close
as I walked along the fresh-plucked rows
I came across a single peach
which eluded every picker’s reach
and grew,
alone,
on the lowest bough
and ripened,
unknown,
until now
as red as the first girl asked to dance
It met my hand,
I took the chance,
and discovered that a fruit ripening alone,
is the sweetest fruit that’s never known.

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