Peach Tree

Brazzaville

A thought occurred to me 
Lying underneath a peach tree 
A moment in the sun 

Our funny little lives are so brief 
Our frail little bones 
We’re here and then we’re gone 

Sometimes the lonely days 
Turn into the lonely decades 
Old ladies on their own 

The world they knew has drifted away 
Like little puffs of smoke 
We’re here and then we’re gone