Plums
They give me plums,
But I leave them aside;
I leave them alone
Until
They fill and darken
And swell,
A sweetness this side of wrong,
And then
I accept them
One by slithering one
Into my mouth,
Licking the liquid flesh from the bones,
Collecting the stones.
Kathy D’Arcy
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