Gotta Eat The Plums! with William Carlos Williams

I feel like if William Carlos Williams had let his cat out, there's a chance it would have triggered his state-of-the-art burglar light (can't have just anyone waltzing in and stealing delicious, so sweet, so cold plums from the icebox), and the artificial light would have briefly overcome the low visibility of the red part of the spectrum at night, allowing Williams to see from his kitchen window the precise, hue of the wheelbarrow and therefore how much depended on it: namely its ability to interrupt his frenzied plum-thirst and ensure that Florence's precious cargo survived until morning.