the sale of plums
i found i lost my work with words and instead i drew
plums to lips in the market for sale calling out
orchards full of pretty and judgemental there
lips looking for lovers
and not husbands or wives
had it changed so much
were they not still grown in heated seasons
did women appreciate sophistication of scent
how it might smell like a husband freshly bathed
or his shoulder after he held a baby over it
questions instead on the source of the fruit
was not every tree nurtured the same
watered with perspiration of men who missed
their women in the work field
plums that fell from trees now not considered
in reality though soft spots are sign of accommodating tenderness
in the market when lips shopped for plums
i became nervous no wonder in the sale
and returned to the work of words
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