Summer Collaborations

The following poem is written by a famous poet who inspired me many years ago. To me, his poems are like snapshots. This one, a type of summer photo. While folks are at the beach, or visiting iconic landmarks, I am enjoying a seasonal harvest of fruitfulness. 
This Is Just To SayBY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
I have eaten
The plums in the photo came from my neighbor's yard.
They reminded me of this short, succinct poem by William Carlos Williams. 
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast
Forgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold

A week before, my generous neighbor gave us apricots, which I made into jars of delicious, jam. The plums were made into jam too, even dumplings. They were exquisite. Each, a fresh, but tart poem. A sort of collaboration--she grew them--I cooked them. 
Which leads me to a digression about the family play I'm co-writing with two local authors. First, we had several table readings to make sure everything flowed and sounded right, and then we had auditions! Talk about peachy!
We have a professional director and a wonderful cast. It's called The Legends of Wildomar-Tall Tales. Tickets are  available at our site, and all  proceeds go to a local children's hospital. The performances will be held September 7th and 14th at 7pm. (Before you know it, summer will be over, and I'll be back to writing and marketing my books. Still fruitful, but alone.)