pascal payet

dear Blackberry,
dear spent and tired perenial,
spread your leaves about the sunlit understory
drink the light across your drops of skin
dig deeper your toes while
the rain has softened us around you
the children are coming

the children are coming
in their spring golashes
with their small hats

it does little to ask if you are ready
to watch them learn the tearing
of their forearms against our own--
the splinters of your fingers in theirs
the sweet red dribble
of your berries as
they look for black plump
against the shade of your leaves
this, they will learn
with their chldren's songs
hummed against your own
voiceless branches.

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