Dear J: Peach
Peaches are in season again
and father brought home a handful.
He said peeling off their skins
gives them a sweeter taste — I thought so
but I said peaches are peaches.
His name is plum, yours peach.
You always teach. In Chinese,
we say peaches and plums
fill up the house to mean
a teacher has taught many pupils.
There's wood in my name, but we don't make
an idiom. If only I were plum or willow.
Before I met you, the monkey ruled
his kingdom alone and dared to steal
fresh peaches from the deities and eat them.
By Antony HuenQLRS Vol. 17 No. 4 Oct 2018