this morning's harvest of black raspberries

i harvest for my lunch

each one i pick

may extract a blood price

but i remember

those berries picked here

twenty four years of them

now i like them more

maybe as much as the coyotes and bear.

i know somebody big ate some, because i saw the scat, like a big dog's.

sometimes the children insist on raspberry pie

me, i like them with yogurt and maybe nuts or grains

but i like also that they move around every year,

they make you work for them

a little indigo harvest

by accident

from yesterday's weeding

see the blue?

i fly away today, leaving wendy and raspberries.

i'll be back.