My knees stained red

Why I thought the painters pants
perfect for the picking
the worn knees showing
my cold skin below
reaching down
too hard on my back
grass stain and squished berries
far better for me

My knees stained red
but oh so worth it
the strawberries from the earth
melting in my mouth
the sweetness intoxication
hard to put any in the box
picking and eating them fresh
as I cull the row

October 14, 2010


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