Picked by hand, so small
blackberries, from our walk,
each one fully-ripe, tart,
cool in the stained take-out coffee
cup,
sitting on the shelf in the
dark fridge.
Open and inviting,
calling me to pick, to taste
another,
crimson stain on my fingers
ripe berry past my lips
so tart, so sweet.
August fruit,
ripe summer fruit
kept from spoiling,
enticing me again
to reach in again for more.
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edited
November 28, 2019
A
Cup of Berries – v4
&
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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