Wild Berries
Wild Berries
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Summer heat and the flavor of forests
Drips down from sticky fingers and wet lips.
The berries vanish from the dangling twigs
The lazy afternoon into past slips.
The hillside trails etch many memories
Stop by while your eyes are still curious.
The tides of greed shall wash these canopies
And bury childhood in things spurious.