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Black and Blue

Urban asphalt trail 

becomes home's huck-pickin' slope. 

Blackberries are ripe!

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Poet Destroyer A

November 9, 2011 at 10:52 PM

We have a nature path ,, filled black and blue...lol.. but the black is the birds eating the black berries...well blue berries... great poem,, enjoyed,..p.d.

Susan Buchel

November 10, 2011 at 7:54 AM

Thanks, pd, for digging way back and finding my little poem-ette! Your stuff is so awesome, I often am unable to even say anything! Sort of like - "What could I possibly say to that!"

Matthew Anish

September 17, 2011 at 3:11 PM

Like this one! I suppose you live in the countryside? I live in the city but I have picked berries on trips to the country. Send me some blackberries! Peace & Love Matthew Anish