Monday, January 9, 2012

Picking Blackberries.



Picking blackberries

I met her in the usual way
she cancelled her dance class by Blackberry

If only she had been less nimble with her fingers
we might have taken things more slowly
but it was all arranged by Blackberry

             The blackberry way

In those weeks
we met 
we talked
we laughed 
we ate blackberry pie 

we loved
we fought
we made up

and all the while she Blackberried

In the autumn I took her blackberrying
in a rural place without a signal

she left me then... By the Blackberries.
             I let her go without a signal.