[2024-02-01] Life imitates art
Mel forgot her lunch at home yesterday, which I discovered when I went looking for a mid-morning snack in the fridge. I saw the orange that she had carefully peeled, concluding that it would be better for me to eat her prepared orange than to start a new one for myself. She could peel a fresh one the next time she wanted an orange, I reasoned.
This morning, Mel went looking for her orange. I had to admit that I had eaten it.
"Was it delicious, sweet and cold?" she asked. Puzzled, I commented that that was a rather precise description of the fruit. Mel then explained that my action reminded her of William Carlos Williams' poem about plums.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
A case of life imitating art.
Forgive me, Mel, the orange segments were delicious—so sweet and so cold.
