i have a bowl of plums pre-washed, sitting in the fridge. they are beautifully red and begging to be eaten. but around here, they don't have to beg for long. my kids love plums! they are in and out of the refrigerator all day, snacking on plums. today i picked up two half eaten plums off of the floor. one was stashed under a stack of art work in the living room and the other under a pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom. when i found the first one i was annoyed. but when i found the second one, i turned sentimental, thinking of the day that will come much too soon when i will no longer find half eaten plums. remnants of a busy day, much too busy to stop and finish the snacking. there will be a 'talking to' tomorrow about food waste, of course, but i wish i could hold on to these sweet preschool days longer than time will truly allow.
this is just to say
i have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
william carlos williams
