Written by m ennenbach

the plum and the man

she was the last plum
hanging
before the first frost of winter
the sweetest fruit
nearly forgotten
to wither on the branch

he was starving
barely staying upright
fumbling
down the road
wobbly knees
with distended belly

she saw him
quivered
on her branch
just enough
to land gently
on the grass beside his feet

he stared in delight
this treasure
cupped her softly
slowly
brought her
to his teeth

together
they moved down
the long winding road
towards
a better tomorrow
sated by one another

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