munching a plum on   

the street a paper bag

of them in her hand

They taste good to her

They taste good   

to her. They taste

good to her

You can see it by

the way she gives herself

to the one half

sucked out in her hand

Comforted

a solace of ripe plums

seeming to fill the air

They taste good to her

This is the last of the inspired poem paintings I did, and probably my favorite one. It was fun interpreting the poems through painting rather than a written analysis.