Picking blackberries –
Against the fading grey light ~
Can’t tell black from red.
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Picking blackberries –
Eventually lose count ~
Ten thousand black globes.
Walking down the street –
Girls stop and say ‘beautiful!’ ~
To my sunflowers.
A good book outside –
Tiny flies sticking to it ~
Unable to move.
Squishy blackberries
The Púca has defiled them ~
Leave them for the birds.
Counting fallen leaves –
Always running out of time ~
So count them as one.
