I ate a plum today.

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I took it from the fridge

and left it to warm in the sun

as I read on the patio.

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When I picked it up, I stopped

 to admire the shine

of its bruise-purple skin

before I took a bite.

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I leaned forward

and brought the round glossy fruit

to my lips.

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I felt the skin resist

then split under my teeth

surrendering

its lush golden flesh.

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It was firm – “al dente” –

keeping the juice softly wrapped

in the meat of the fruit

as I took each cool, sweet bite

around its stony heart.

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In five bites I was done

and the seed tossed casually away

under the rose bushes.

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I ate a plum today

and it tasted like Spring.

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