7/25/2005
Up the Plum Tree
I clambered up the plum tree tonight. I had already managed to consume four slices of pumpkin pie. Still the evening would not be complete until I had savored the nectar of numerous apri-lums. I'm not sure whether they are plums or apricots, or how to tell the difference.
I was sitting squarely on a branch about the circumference of two baseball bats, my legs dangleing, my feet kicking back and forth to keep my balance, reaching for the glowing fruits in the after-sunset light. The yellow plums loomed in masses all about, I wished I could stay climbing only eight feet above the ground but I had to gather the bounty and move on before officials might object, as they object to everything that they don't explicitly require.
I was sitting squarely on a branch about the circumference of two baseball bats, my legs dangleing, my feet kicking back and forth to keep my balance, reaching for the glowing fruits in the after-sunset light. The yellow plums loomed in masses all about, I wished I could stay climbing only eight feet above the ground but I had to gather the bounty and move on before officials might object, as they object to everything that they don't explicitly require.
