Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Peaches

No Work Today.
Or the day before,
or the day before that.
The old man just shook his head
as he stared at the sign
and kept walking.
Hands in his pockets.
He felt inside his old faded pants
for a few coins,
pulled them out
and stared at them in his deep wrinkled hands.
Then he shuffled down the street
in search of some pie
and a cup of coffee.
Something to wash down
the years.
A bit of sweetness in a day off
to a bad start.
He didn’t think about tomorrow
as he ate the peaches,
or about the fact that he had a little more than a dollar left.
He just let the buttery crust slide down his throat
and felt the cream on his tongue.
Nothing was going to ruin this day.
There was plenty of time to begin worrying again
tomorrow.