berry season it is berry season it is berry season and yes I have been feeling strange and sad and scattered lately but the blackberries are so ripe and good
Thinking of Robert Hass's "Meditation at Lagunitas," a thoughtful little grief poem that is not very much about blackberries at all actually. However! Those last couple sentences: "There are moments when the body is as numinous / as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. / Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, / saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry."
blackberry blackberry blackberry indeed! I am eating them. days like these I gotta eat some fruit and lick the juice off my fingers and relearn to be grateful to live and to live in a body
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