Tomorrow

It is not to say that the plums
Have grown cold and sweet

A daily sun has eaten plums
For our tomorrow breakfast.

He is who had ripened them
And caused them to wrinkle.

There shall be no breakfast
There will be no tomorrow.

(after William Carlos Williams poem “Just to say”)

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