Blackberry Season

I reach for 

another blackberry,

thorn in my thumb.

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Grabbing despite thorns,

I eat a blackberry,

hot from the sun. 

Cold August morning...

Cold August morning--

overgrown, thorny bushes

promise blackberries.

Written Today

Grayest May in decades;
yet, pinkish white blossoms on
the blackberry bush.

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Low tide--
my feet crunch down rocks, shells,
and hermit crab bones.

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Sign of Spring--
a bumblebee jumps into
a poppy head first.

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This dreary May--
Sunshine in the form
of dandelions.

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Star jasmin grows
on the outer walls
of the outhouse.

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Solitary beach...
I see a pack of men
and turn around.