Plum juice

by Nuola Akinde

There’s a brown girl in the rain
Tra la la la la
There’s a brown girl in the rain
Tra la la la la la
Brown girl in the rain
Tra la la la la
and she looks like the sugar in a plum
Plum
Plum

I sing those lines to you as you spin in
Circles
Plum juice running down your chin.
Our bags and baskets
Heavy with
Leeks, apples, potatoes, and of course
Plums
your brother darts between market stands
Asking too many questions
And
Standing too close to strangers

Maybe it’s the weight of the baby on my chest
Or the stench of soil underneath
My fingernails
But today you look to me like a
Charm
Of hummingbirds
I whisper you’re welcome to each
Person you bump into
My eyes glinting back at each sideways glance
Beaming like it’s the first day of
Summer
And all my favorite songs are playing
On the radio

You’re welcome
For that dose of impish magic that floated
From his smile
And got caught in the light of your
Dangling earring
You’re welcome
For the fairy dust left behind
With little girl fingerprints
You’re welcome

Today it feels like there is more than enough
Enough money
Even though my check was short
And the water bill is late
Enough time
Even tho I’ve slept through alarms
And ignored emails

we buy pastries and lemonade
Even tho we only came here for peppers and meat
We spin in circles
Humming along with the songs in our hearts
We dance in the middle of the sidewalk
Sneakers levitating just a few inches from
The ground

Brown girl in the rain
Tra la la la la
and she looks like the sugar in a plum
Plum
Plum