Plum Crazy
Fall 1973; an early (undream) poem by Chris Wayan
Autumn. Plums swim the hazy air, Plum red purple, floating, Bobbing with breaths Of easy air. Inhale a plum, gents, savor that great smoky raisin. Or With the autumn flu so bad, it is not wise to kiss Plum crazy. |
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