Today's poem is by Jessica Poli
Blackberry Picking After Old Michaelmas
Winter fell in a heap.
Not snowdark mud,
stiff molding grass.
Roots couldn't last here.
I became deaf. Berry bushes died.
The last rush of the river pulled us under
before we could scream.
We chewed on seeds while we drowned.
Copyright © 2013 Jessica Poli All rights reserved
from The Egg Mistress
Gold Line Press
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