another blackberry,
thorn in my thumb.
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Grabbing despite thorns,
I eat a blackberry,
hot from the sun.
My attempts to write Haiku, Senryu, and sometimes other forms of poetry.
eucalyptus
wild fennel
dirt
dust
all that dead grass
wind &
the Bay --
she plods slowly, smelling them all
& sometimes stooping as far down as she can
to pick & eat a ripe blackberry off the brambles.