Blackberries

Every night I try a few, each from a different bush along the roadside. They’re blackening but still sour. My mouth seizes up preemptively now.

cicada sunset
gunshots echo
through the corn

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  1. kvennarad says:

    Bukowski runs screaming at the word ‘cicada’! 🙂

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