Linda Gregg.

Plums Failing Well

Poem by Linda Gregg.

So what if plums fall
out of the tree, to lie
squashed and decomposing
on the earth? So what if
the only attention they receive
is from the ants and birds
who find something in them
to feed from still,
all spayed and color changed?
If they could breathe,
do you think they would say
more than so what?
This is good, to live
to the end as something
to get taken. What was
the ripeness for anyhow?
Why should chromosomes blink
and twitch inside the seed,
the pit at the middle, the vast
earth-shaped center of all
of this? So what if we lie
here or there as pith
in the cold night where the owl
hoots at the stirring that will
compute into the dark color
of that calling and the ground
we leak into,
small piece by small piece.

Comments about Plums Failing Well by Linda Gregg.

  • David Gerardino (3/24/2005 9:48:00 PM)

    I like the poem and i dont......, it reminds me of something i read a long time ago.....(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 22, 2005