Christie Taylor

Peach Pit

I imagine a pulse in this peach pit – a rosy, red heart still
beating after skin incisions. Pulp, the color of sunsets
 
holds on tight like flesh after surgeons crack open
ribs repairing the left descending artery.
 
Stitches mend the widow maker. The suture
of a peach runs from blossom end to stem.
 
Inside the pit, a beat of life. Outside,
grooves course like rivers cutting into the Earth.

Christie Taylor lives on Maryland's Eastern Shore after 40+ years owning an art gallery in North Carolina. She explores line and form as a visual artist and poet. Selected poems have appeared in Dorothy Parker’s Ashes, orangepeel literary magazine; the tide rises, the tide falls: an oceanic literary magazine; and Milk and Cake Press, Dead of Winter III Anthology. She loves romping through fields with her dogs.