The unattainable plum

 The plum tree hung down from a top a 2 meter outside wall
On the front of a two story white house with orange and yellow internal lights
The tree had 12 plums hanging off it and barely enough foliage to keep it alive
It was once an old man observing the street curiously for decades

friend to the breeze to the draught of trucks and traffic passing by
expressionless to the street except eyes that would hit and absorb
It hung down off the wall still life in it looking outward as the old man did
Too far off the ground to reach it's plums

Noone witnessed one fall
Soon there will be only eleven
The year will inevitably change
The tree will be dead sticks in a frost

Then flagrant flowers over the footpath
once again into 12 individual fruits
Unreachable by human hands
People stare up into that house

where the orange yellow light hypnotizes comfort
Time falls faster day changes
raining down like hourglass sand
toward the next lifetime