Okay – so I didn’t just leave a note like the speaker in the William Carlos Williams poem, but I did warn Elena every day as I ate them, one by one, that they would, soon, all be gone. And, as of this morning, they are just that: gone. Sorry. But, they were delicious. And every time I ate one, I thought of the poem “This is Just to Say.” So here it is from Poets.org:
| This Is Just To Say |
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| by William Carlos Williams |
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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
and so cold |
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