A Paper Bag Of Plums . . .

a paper bag of plums I thought

bracketing it with my wheels

can we keep it Dad?

new fur too delicate to feel

with these fingers

veined ears soft charcoal etched

along their edges

hiding a bit of a body

cupped in happy hands

what will Mom say?

we kept if for a couple of weeks

after she was college claimed

indelicate words on a long phone

cuckoos may rightly chide remembrance

next year and all my years

dandelions grin yellow to invite

a cull of their arrow barbed leaves

a bunch of their reminding teeth

could be gathered

placed around the white stone

above the shoe box coffin

          About 1986

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