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Wild Blackberries 

on the way up from
the creek with my fly rod I saw
them picking blackberries
a tall blonde college
boy and the girl
with modest short dark
hair bare
shoulders carrying
a basket in the
heat the summer
sun hot on her bare shoulders
his blonde head
pulling off my boots and throwing
them into the car I heard
a splash in the creek
laughing and
something like a woman’s
low sigh at
the farm house I asked
oh I don’t know why
they’re down there those wild
blackberries are small
hard to pick
and really aren’t any

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