adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Today's work can be
tomorrow's work
but blackberries ripen
only once.

I know roads,
dappled dirt roads
through the pines;
bring a pail

and we will find
the sweetest berries,
the blackest berries,
in thorny shadow.

One for the bucket,
one for the mouth;
the taste is worth
a scratch or two.

Come with me;
it is May
and blackberries ripen
only once.

Stephen Brooke ©2009

gotta watch out for them chiggers, though...

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