"Some things you know all your life. They are so simple and true, they must be said without elegance."
— Philip Levine
I will say it like this: I watched my daughter bite into a peach,
and although she did not have the language for it yet,
I imagined her thinking, that taste, that perfect juice,
is heavenly. There was a certain light in Fresno that day,
like today, where we work and dream—
Mayor and mothers, farmers and fathers, laborers
in blue collars and donors for the red wave,
one city of multiple truths straight down the 99
dreaming about the perfect peach, the perfect pitch,
one city in the shape of an immigrant's beautiful accent,
one city of taco, gyro, pan dulce, and strawberries
so good, you'd swear they came straight from the hand of God,
one city, in my dream, where there are no gunshots tonight