(Plums)
This is just to say
thank you
for the poem about
the plums in the icebox.
When I went
to the fridge
in the cottage
and found
plums
I thought of
you yes, they
were delicious
so sweet and
cold, so
kind of her to
leave them
She said
bring a bag
and pick
some
we planted
the trees
for the
wood pigeons
and now
we have plums
to spare and
birds
Mouth and feet
stained red
I search
another book
trying to find
the line
where he goes
to the fridge
was it for plums?
In one poem it’s
beer and
mangoes
but it’s only
him thinking
about the fridge, not
opening the door.
Raspberries – I
find them
The raspberries my son gave me
wild, a few out of the fridge, a few I put
in my mouth, some in my shirt pocket
and forgot
as we did
with the plums
shirts
blooming
kindnesses
rose
From These Days (VUP, 2000)
© Jenny Bornholdt
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