BLACKBERRIES
Snap.
Snip.
Fat, sweet, and dark,
the berries pop.
Plink!
Clink!
Plop!
They drop
into the deep, tin pail.
One berry
and another.
Pluck.
Plunk!
Slowly, we fill the bucket,
my brother and I.
Will mother make jam?
Cobbler?
Pie?
--Eric Ode
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