To A Plum About To Be Eaten by Jill Stockinger
I lift a plump deep-purple plum
sunning itself on a branch to see
if it’s ready to be plucked and eaten.
I think the purple of the plum may be
a sign of its deep mourning.
William Carlos Williams used the phrase,
“Forgive me they were delicious so sweet.”
For all his happy words of praise,
even a poet likes to eat.
My mouth waters for the sweet-tart taste,
but I consider it may be hard for the plum to know
the bite of death is coming. Dear Soon-To-Be-Departed
Plum, take comfort: you live inside my poem!