And who doesn't?
Just the thought of them fills my mouth with longing.
My grandmother said "A raspberry was my first kiss".
Aurora spent Sunday traveling a long ways north
to pick dozens and dozens of blackberries.
I'm picturing a little girl me,
in Bolinas, picking blackberries alongside
teenage friends of my brothers,
Girls who were patient with my
"ow, ow"s while helping fill my bucket
which never would fill due to
my hungry mouth and stained red fingers.
Hopefully Aurora picked buckets and buckets.
Enough for an extra piece of pie.
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