The Plum Hum

I’m watering the plum tree in our
backyard while I am
singing and humming
the backyard doesn’t have a voice…yet

a lovebird is on the wire
a hummingbird flits around my face
and in just a few moments
Blammo! I feel like Snow White
except I’m brown and not two-dimensional or am I? 

Plums. There are many
verses ripe with plums and I
wonder if those sweet treats
know that or not
of course, they do
so now I shall describe
the consistency of a plum
wet flesh, cut from a body, placed on
the tongue like a purple sacrifice
Shazam! Just like that, I’m a cannibalistic zombie 
except I’m brown and don’t eat meat or do I?.

Good day, Count. Good day, Nurse.
Count de Almasy, please tell me again
describe the taste
he pulls out a book, goes to
the line, and repeats “It’s a very plum plum”
Exactly! He nailed it. So did William Carlos Williams
with his melting syllables that make me feel
like I am falling back into a large fruitbowl
Ka-Pow! All of a sudden, I’m in a sea of plums
except I’m brown and I’ve never swum in a sea of plum plums or have I?

NaPoWriMo 2026 – Day 6 Prompt: In your poem today, try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.