plum crazy

i stare

at the bin of plums in

the grocery

store,

blue and purple,

and wonder

when was the last time

i bit into a plum

and had the sweet juices

of summer

roll down my chin.

i pick one up,

i study it

in my hand, turning it

around

and around,

then put it back again.

maybe next

year i'll eat a plum.

we'll see.