It's Still Life

I’d Always Opt for Peaches

When I woke, and the stars were lost,
I thought I’d lost you, too. That dream,
it was all about death. Or so it seemed,

although I don’t think anyone died.
It was a glimpse, like dressing for dinner,
when dinner wasn’t about food, but

long-tailed jackets. Clothing without
direction, as if true north was a myth.
And all those pink peaches.

Did I forget to mention the peaches?
Yes, perhaps so. Peaches rolling about
like cheese wheels down a steep hill.

But I know that dreams about death
never mean death. It’s more about
new beginnings. A subconscious flush.

Truly, I’d rather dream of those peaches
because endings come soon enough.

Image from WikiArt: Dinner time (Evocation of Horta d’Ebre) Pablo Picasso. Original Title: Heure du diner (Evocation de Horta d’Ebre). Date: 1903 ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter