Sand Plum Jelly
In cabinet rows
like jars of sunrise
that trap the taste
of sand hill summer,
the plain’s gift
to the patient
waits for the invitation
of breakfast biscuits.
On winter mornings
its glow and tang
sing of July,
of the sun,
of a land
that gives but
few luxuries
and those are never free.
- Del Cain
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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 |