raspberrythe sun is low on the horizon it is growing dark but has yet to fade there is light sufficient to observe the red dots but not enough to see how many were maderaspberry
he leans in reaching with his palm and the thorns don't seem to mind as he takes the berry within his fingers and marvels joyously at his find
his lips are stained with the juice that didn't make it in and with his sleeve he wipes his mouth just to smear it upon his chin
the taste is unripe and just a bit
Some Arts!
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Man, you ain't lived / till you've had your tires rotated / by a redheaded woman. -Bruce Springsteen
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