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SUE RHYNHART
The Berries I Never Picked
Believe not words they say, lowly gods'
Pens power strikes lightning quick cross page
But you stand callused hands, you soften sod
Live bushes rise amongst sweet summer's sage
Labor long, sweat 'n' wet words perfectly
Your dart like tongue such bends, bushes break
Blood red like Picasso's woman worldly
Fall flower, hair jet black, retards our slake
Amused muse music planted, dreams in-jest
Dynamic faith it takes, loving lines
Refuting fiend. I dreamt
of you; dark quest
We trod until sweet death, never in time
To find that child from past had writ he knew
Secrets of berries found in mountain snow.
[Originally published in NHS 1998, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs98/rhynhart.html.]