Picking Blackberries (draft 2)

Behind a house, in the corner of one small-town
subdivision, two sisters pick blackberries.
The brambles tumble thickly, overgrown and wild;
They mingle with other vegetation of their ilk:
some poison sumac, pokeweed and stinging nettles.

The girls, though carefully avoiding thorns
of every sort, find small wounds unavoidable
in prickling bushes such as these. The sweet reward
of blackberries makes minor scratches tolerable,
small badges of honor from the briars.


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