Ode to the Donut Peach

A very ripe donut peach

A very ripe donut peach

Oh, Donut Peach!

How I love thee!

Thy sweet flesh is perfumed 

With golden-honey summer rays

And touched with hints of almond.

Thy petite being nestles comfortably

In the heart of my palm.

May thine glow with a decadence

That knows the heights of exquisite pastries

Yet remains humble enough for all to enjoy.

How I weep upon feeling the crispness of autumn

For I must soon bid you farewell.

Until you blossom next season

And we meet again at Citarella...