Blue Rubies

In an enormously round bowl
which itself has plums and foliage
intertwining round its sloping rim
but painted, the real plums are too many
and make up a riven heap
of blue rubies, dimpled humps.

And pimples from the cold tap build
roundedly reflected worlds
onto that blueness, alive to any slightest shift
through light: just now a sudden garden bird.

Daylight brims within
the kitchen which is scented
too with pots of massed basil
and a sheaf of sage-brush tied

on the side, waiting for a knife
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