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Blackberries’ end

Blackberries’ end And when the blackberries are all gone,the stalks bare, bearing only thorns,where will I go? This late summer’s afternoon I move, quiet, slow,plucking the ripe berries, hearing the rustleof wings, the quiet chatter of blackbirds,the plaintive call of the greenfinches. There is no anguish here, no distress;the hand rises, arcs in grace like […]

Blackberries’ end

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