Sink Musing
Clare Melissa Belber Bercot Zwerling
Plums don’t float we sink to the bottom low and sluggish neath the surface light obscured by buoyant brethren jealous in our slicky skins oh to be a bobbing fruit. Destined to be dense and darkish not for everyone unlike our summer colored cousins crowding for attention in pies and jams and roadside stands oh to be a popular fruit. Our lot is the smallish bin await caressing hands discerning one the taste acquired oh to be consumed with love.
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