walking down a lane
in a summer rain
I came upon
the old blackberry farm...
sitting on a ridge
facing the sun
her Abandoned frame
could be seen
between overgrown trees..
and other things.
My fear of snakes
(and flying bullets)
kept me away
from courious thoughts..
I was close enough.
I could see...
No one lived here
she was empty.
rows of blackberrys
stand over grown..
behind the barn...
the sound of
blackbirds chatting
is overwhelming..
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