Aug 132015
 

The blackberries in summer

Bramble, twist, climb, wind

And then—and then!

Green berries pop from blossoms,

Turning vibrant red.

One day, you look again

And two of them are black

When yesterday they were rubied.

Every morning, you pilgrim

To the blackberry bush,

Waiting for the shine to dull,

Ever so gently tugging to see if it will

Fall into your hand.

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