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