The Elder Blackberry

36350018_fdd474c113_zThe ones that hide out
Til late July know their mission
Will succeed—that they will instigate
A smoky smoothness in the mouth,
Compel the body to relax
Into a remembered time of endless
Feasts in a sun-cooked field.

The engorged drupelets, their shine
Lost in soft blackness, swell
In summer light, and the berry
Comes willingly, without a tug
Upon the vine, without any hint
Of strife, spreading its pleasure
To the patient adorer of age.

–Shaun Perkins

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