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,
on the lowest bough
and ripened,
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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