To a Poor Old Woman

    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