A summer poem by Madhuri
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We are in a train
which has paused
somewhere in the summer
countryside
here in England;
and I’m saying,
”Look! Look!” –
for outside the window
is a tree
just bursting with
greengage plums –
bough on bough, bunched under the
soft, pointy leaves –
Round plump veiny
weighty wealths
of fruit,
the very colour of summer: tree-tunnel,
hiking-shade,
celery-juice,
sun-in-grasses –
with the fat give
of a baby’s cheek
on some planet where all are privileged
to live, and smooch, in green –
And in the dream
I think to myself,
Oh! That sort of plum
becomes transparent
when it’s ripe –
That is how you know –
July ‘23, Luddendenfoot
Update 18.8.2024 pm: change of featured image to istockphoto.com
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