LIFE Poem: DOG DAYS, by Erika Goveia

There’s a rosette under this golden flesh,
the core of this palm-sized planet,
rippling edges, ruffled coral.
Skin-thin surface holding weight,
juices locked in tight, firm cells

My colleague, she prefers her peaches crunchy–
I like mine swimming, sweetness flowing.
How lovely then,
that they are loved at all stages of being,

not resented for youth or age,

admired at each moment,

for qualities available, not longed for

How can I keep resentment,
when I see new worlds in your eyes?