Blackberries at Night – Part I

by Jeanne

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Blackberries at Night

When the orange lightning bugs

flickered strangely in the nightthe boys would run out

and pick hidden blackberries.

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One would carry the yellow bowl,

one picked them off the bush,

another watched his brothers

and considered the moments.

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He waited for something

to crack the silence,

to scatter their voices

in the sky forever.

-Donald Illich excerpted from Alimentum

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