the sign says
sweet blackberries. I can read English.
so I buy
three small plastic containers.
ten dollars. whether that's low
or high,
who knows.
but they are black and ripe,
plump would be the word
to use.
they look delicious in the cold
light
of the supermarket
at this late hour.
but sweet.
oh my.
hardly. I pucker my lips
and look
for the sugar bowl when
I get
home
and pop one into my hungry mouth.
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