Hand-picked, small
blackberries, from our walk,
each one fully-ripe, tart,
cool in the take-out coffee
cup,
sitting in the dark fridge.
Open and inviting,
calling me to pick, to
taste,
crimson stain on my fingers
ripe berry past my lips.
August fruit,
ripe summer fruit
kept from spoiling,
enticing me again
to reach in for more.
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edited November 28, 2019
living goblets – v3
edited November 27, 2019
living goblets – v2
November 27, 2019
living goblets
&
edited August 22, 2019
A Cup of Berries – v3
edited June 21, 2014
A Cup of Berries – v2
August 10, 2008
A Cup of Berries
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blackberries, blood, coffee, colors, creator, crimson,
Faith, Family, fingers, fire, fruit, God, hands, hope, Nature, raspberries,
red, ripe, summer, Lori Eldridge,
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