Phillip Michael Sawatzky - Plum Tree

Pocket full of plums
dusty and purple
this tree hung its fruit
among perfect daylight

Pocket full of plums
plucked by this boy's hands
we'll taste the abundance
of this good land soon

Pocket full of plums
dance in light of the moon
tangy on my tongue
what chance tries delight

Phillip Michael Sawatzky

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