Once, only in summer

Once, only in summer:

they came, brown-bagged

from the A&P, opened

to reveal spheres

of black-red purple ripeness,

placed in a glass bowl

on the kitchen counter,

counterparts to spheres

of reddish-peach ripeness,

in unison, issuing the sirens’

call to the boy,

grabbing black-red purple

in one hand

and reddish-peach

in the other

and stealing to the backyard

to savor double sweetness.

This poem is a response to the “purple poetry” prompt issued by Seth Haines at Tweetspeak Poetry.

It’s also submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

Photograph by Brunhilde Reinig via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.