Richard Heby. The Plum.

26 Sep


The plum I’ve been waiting
to ripen
is a bit past ripe; in the fruit bowl,
the bananas speckled brown;
the lemons show no sign of age.

Monday morning I forget the plum,
which now may be a bit too sweet.
I buy fresh produce
on the way home.
I get a call
from my father
about my mother.

beneath brighter flora,
the plum
in royal colors
sits in the bottom of the fruit bowl.

At home
two Google searches:
what to make with past ripe plums
why don’t I cry when someone dies

6 Responses to “Richard Heby. The Plum.”

  1. vinita18 September 26, 2014 at 06:45 #

    If the spaces that exist between realities and our thoughts could be seen by the naked eye, they would look like this poem. This one distilled into me like clear water on parched earth. Loved it.

    • richardjheby August 13, 2015 at 15:16 #

      Vinita, thank you so much! I truly appreciate it. What’s strange, though, is that when this poem came out, the reality of it began to come to life in a different way

      • vinita18 August 13, 2015 at 15:42 #

        Thank you for sharing those words about a strange new reality being born when you wrote this poem, Richard. I look forward to reading more of your work.


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