I savor each bite
 
of a crisp, ripe Macintosh
 
on Election Day.

 
 
 

So many stories
 
ripen along with the plums—
 
bite into this one!

 
 
 

Still warm from the sun,
 
the plum in my hand quivers
 
as I take a bite.

Nightingale

 
 
 

Even as the axe
 
bites into the old oak tree,
 
a nightingale sings.

Heartache

 
 
 

the way she begins
 
to bite into her heartache
 
as a ripened plum