what's what?
a broken plum stone
she picks up sharp little pieces with slim fingers,
plinkplonks them into the ramekin stained pinkish by
last night's raspberries
when the plum stone broke, the ramekin wasn't here,
the ramekin showed up later;
first the plum stone -
then the ramekin
OK, it doesn't matter
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