little plums, by reaching up for
that hang like on a Christmas tree
under Autumn sun.
Feel for solid fruit,
pull down by closing finger grabs
in tiny time
yes, gorgeous for a while
but me (and mind) are off into ‘tomorrow’
hypnotized by stuff to do,
hell-bent to plan an avalanche
and soon my Tesco plastic bag is full
with blue and burning stars, heavy and
brimmed with purple energy. Little plums.