October 1st Mournings for the Passing of Plum Season

Last Summer plum—

wrinkly purple.

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October in the

produce section—

no plums at all.

—

Indian Summer

ends. No more ripe plums,

No more cherries.

—-

Last gasp of Summer—

one wrinkled plum.

(This last one is the best thing I’ve written in a long, long time.)

In Santa Clara

I hope that possums 
and raccoons eat the ripe plums
that fall from your trees.