by Jeff Burt
August warm
wild blackberries,
fragile, falling
apart, a gift
from a brook, sun,
and seclusion.
Some wasps hang
adhered to the berries
nibbling the juice
thick as jam.
Others swarm.
August warm
wild blackberries,
fragile, falling
apart, a gift
from a brook, sun,
and seclusion.
Some wasps hang
adhered to the berries
nibbling the juice
thick as jam.
Others swarm.
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