Non-Erotic PoetryOr GrilledWrenched from the peach
a fuzz of change:
bits of peel each
lean to orange
in an almost
blossoming bloom.
The host engrossed
that they'd presume
to examine
and proclaim,
"Why it's salmon."
Oh such a shame
this gibberish
defines a hue
named for a fish
best barbecued.
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