This is one of my absolute favorite poems. I think it should really be scribbled on a sticky note and stuck on the refrigerator, and maybe someday I'll do that. What I love about this poem is the relationship it implies. It is clearly a note from one person to another, but what are they to each other? Roommates? Siblings? An old married couple? I like to think that it was written in a teasing, but loving tone, and that the plum eater felt free to do so because maybe the person saving them had just helped themselves to their strawberries the day before.
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