# Solstice Peach
**by Jessica Cloud**

The way the soft skin snaps
And separates as the knife
Runs through it
How the metal thuds when it
Reaches the stone
The crackle of fruit ripping
Away from the pit
As the juice drips onto your hand
Slurping the outside pinky edge
So the floor won’t get sticky
Then you take a bite
Sunset bright
And sigh over the beauty
Of slicing this summer peach
On the solstice