Hungrily
I sat
Wanting, waiting
For the piece
Of fruit to fall my way.
I might have waited all day
Except that someone
Felt sorry for me,
Felt badly.
Ripe plums are falling,
Falling all around.
Ripe plums are falling,
Falling to the ground,
And I have one.

10/30/2006

Author's Note: From "Recuerdo" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Posted on 10/30/2006
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