Patch of blackberry bushes
Sound of water in the creek
Cool breeze on a warm day
Sweat beading on my forehead
fingers, juice-stained
hands, thorn-torn
Sweetness stolen from a prickly, harsh, unyielding thing
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Being a blog for the fiction, poetry, and occasional ramblings of one Paul Howard Wise.
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