These plums, ice-cold from the refrigerator, were my breakfast this morning, along with my coffee. While enjoying their just-right sourness, I thought of the poem by William Carlos Williams: (This kind of plum is Serbia's national fruit, used from raw, dumplings, all the way to shitovitz, Serbia's plum brandy.)
THIS IS JUST TO SAY
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you
were probably
saving for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet