Wild Berries


In the summer heat,

I traipse across

the brittle, freshly-cut grass.

Cupped in my hands

are wild berries.


Once inside my home,

I wash them.

When they shine

like marbles,

I eat some.


They're juicy like grapes.

They're bittersweet.

As the taste coats my tongue,

I am welcomed by summer.


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