Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

P, P, P

I finished another notebook, this one had a grey spine. I got so caught up in writing I didn't write a poem dedicated to these past few months like I usually do. That felt a little odd, but here is the last poem I wrote in this notebook. 

Heaven,
is purple wisteria
clean fresh warm
and up forever.

On Earth they come in
shifts, but in heaven
they bloom every morning
and die every night at dawn
and come back
crisp
dewey.

Heaven is juicy ripe peaches
that don't have to soften
or ripen.

They come in overflowing
crates
and never go bad.

And the peach fuzz
tickles your
chin.

8/4/2015
Riley Welch

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