The Plum

My untouched fruit

Falls red and rotten

Bleeding lost           sweetness

Upon his             hard

.                     wood

.               floor              He then passes

.                                 Me an unused rag

Says it was intended

To go in my mouth –

.                                Now it’s just wasted

food                       Use this he says

.                            And some warm

.                         Water from my spigot

.                       To wipe it all away

Don’t leave

.                 A single salty drop

.              For me to discover

.         After you’ve gone

I will come back

Here for you

Once you’ve cleaned up

.           And remember

.           When                   you are                in

.                                         My home             you

Will take

Care of you      r

Own mess

I                         won’t                       do it

.                                                          For you.

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