Jun 042015
Beside an old hooped blackberry's spiked bush
Buzzing with berries quick-thick as bees,
I heard strange sighs, felt bully births bleed
With patient breath in that dew-white hush.
I'd gone out gloved and booted at calm dawn
To pick among thickets what black wealth
Fanged fingers could find for my crooked mouth--
As apt for last singing as a dying swan.
When my cheap bucket began to waggle and fail
Toppling with riches, and oppressive noon
Swooned too full of sultry summer's buzzing,
I laid heavy in the heathery feathery grass 
And watched stretched-out full clouds sail by. 

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