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Lumps appear under my skin wishing them away doesn’t work some look like mulberries There are ones with greenish hues others blue-black, juicy and ripe these are the ones I want to bite into I remember that great mulberry tree of our youth down by the creek We climbed that tree and sat for hours on hot July and August afternoons devouring juicy dark purple fruit Our mother’s called as the ballgame dispersed and we pretended to be nowhere in sight or within ear shot We knew the way home And as we stared at each other’s stained magenta toothy snickers faces, hands, tee shirts even ears and grimy hair We made a pact to eat our way to the tippy-top of that delicious, decadent arbor I’m home, again noticing that mulberry tree no longer exists but I see you at times and you kindly wave to me upon passing I know there’s no need to wait around till July or August as I don’t expect our summer dares mulberry gushing ecstasy will ever be again O to be the fertile compost down by that creek where a mulberry tree might grow Again
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
Mulberries
Lumps appear under my skin wishing them away doesn’t work some look like mulberries There are ones with greenish hues others blue-black, juicy and ripe these are the ones I want to bite into I remember that great mulberry tree of our youth down by the creek We climbed that tree and sat for hours on hot July and August afternoons devouring juicy dark purple fruit Our mother’s called as the ballgame dispersed and we pretended to be nowhere in sight or within ear shot We knew the way home And as we stared at each other’s stained magenta toothy snickers faces, hands, tee shirts even ears and grimy hair We made a pact to eat our way to the tippy-top of that delicious, decadent arbor I’m home, again noticing that mulberry tree no longer exists but I see you at times and you kindly wave to me upon passing I know there’s no need to wait around till July or August as I don’t expect our summer dares mulberry gushing ecstasy will ever be again O to be the fertile compost down by that creek where a mulberry tree might grow Again
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
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