Plum Lines

The plum never looks directly at you It has a fruity confidence and Knows you cannot ignore Its measured harmony Singing sometimes sweet memory If only you avoid the seed.

They make you smile and Remember those times out under Those darn pear trees; Dodging spiders holding hands and knowing plums would never act as pears appear compelled Because, you know, they’re pears.

A color so cool it lays Warm hands on your shoulders; You glance up to see An old friend Coming up the stairs Unexpectedly; Saying where did You get that camisole And do these pants make My butt look big?

The plum is not forbidden but It is a wicked temptress; Causing some to peel away Loving bitter skin to gaze upon Red fleshy meat and ask; Did I just say Red fleshy meat?

Juggling plums would be a great Name for a rock band But the actual act inspires; Gravity casts disdainful Glances your way in hopes That precious fruit sees Great heights unforgiving; Waiting patiently to say; How do you like them apples?