Those Fucking Plums (Home Sweet Home)

I researched those plums you swiped
and kept packing and repacking
from hectic to happiness

they stayed cold even though
you apologized for your obvious theft
from icebox to the icy northwest

I’m not surprised you failed to recognize
your plum-purple horse-drawn caravan
parked there alongside abandoned houses

sweet comes to mind, whether fresh fruit
or home sweet home, pushed along in your
red wheelbarrow.

[RK, 3/31/24]