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Alan
Shefsky
Selections
from "Plums/Poems"
Um,
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Plum Poem Home
Um,
Proud pale girl
humming, plumdrop in hand
her clammy palm
and upon her the lamplight
the lamppole
and she like a wisp, as a plume.
And the lumpy, plump boy
the mope of a lad
his plumb-bob ways
a clump of dirt, a clod
(and pummeled by doubts)
he plods low along
he lopes slow among.
And the girl with her pomp
her fiery fine plumage
and the boy with his stomp
his would-be aplomb;
they lope and they preen
they prowl and they roam
they primp and they loll
they share a red plum.
