BLACK PURPLES
The weight of the branch hung heavy into our yard
Dark colored ripeness would blossom
but stain grass, dirt and cement
when squashed
I remember watching birds and insects
flock these Black purples
and indulging in it's sweetness
The smell was annoying, yet alluring
Too curious to ponder on safety
I step in the mine fields of falling black purples
and reached
and I pulled
and I gather as much as I could
Ahhhh Salvation....
An 8 year old dancing in the yard
excited about stained hand fulls
and white sneakers with crushed sweet black purples
on the souls of my shoes
I looked around
ignoring my little brothers wide eyes
I smelled
I quickly licked
and smack my mouth to familiarize the taste
dayum, just a tease
so I looked at my wide eyed brother
opened my mouth
and let the black purple rest on my tongue
Without chewing,
the sweetness filled my buds
and salivary glands flooded my cheeks and pallet
my wide eye brother looking with hand over his mouth
with silent sounds of "awwwwww"
I smiled and chewed
and danced around the yard,
popping two's and three's at a time
I dared not to share this moment
stripping away that branch hoovering into our yard
until the last black purple was gone
yellow greens and pinks reds stood visible
but not chosen by birds or bugs
so I, as they did, left them alone
sitting sadly on my porch
like a child on punishment
starring daily at that hanging branch
waiting on more black and purples to appear
but they didn't and they won't
only the higher branches spawned the sweetness
and by then
I was to far out mental reach to get my happiness back
New discovery
rolling my eyes away from the naked branch
my nose looked up another sugar tapped
replacement in joyous eyes and dancing tongues
I bonded with a bush called "Honey Suckle"
passing the temporary memory of Black purples
where a new taste adventure would begin
By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner
The weight of the branch hung heavy into our yard
Dark colored ripeness would blossom
but stain grass, dirt and cement
when squashed
I remember watching birds and insects
flock these Black purples
and indulging in it's sweetness
The smell was annoying, yet alluring
Too curious to ponder on safety
I step in the mine fields of falling black purples
and reached
and I pulled
and I gather as much as I could
Ahhhh Salvation....
An 8 year old dancing in the yard
excited about stained hand fulls
and white sneakers with crushed sweet black purples
on the souls of my shoes
I looked around
ignoring my little brothers wide eyes
I smelled
I quickly licked
and smack my mouth to familiarize the taste
dayum, just a tease
so I looked at my wide eyed brother
opened my mouth
and let the black purple rest on my tongue
Without chewing,
the sweetness filled my buds
and salivary glands flooded my cheeks and pallet
my wide eye brother looking with hand over his mouth
with silent sounds of "awwwwww"
I smiled and chewed
and danced around the yard,
popping two's and three's at a time
I dared not to share this moment
stripping away that branch hoovering into our yard
until the last black purple was gone
yellow greens and pinks reds stood visible
but not chosen by birds or bugs
so I, as they did, left them alone
sitting sadly on my porch
like a child on punishment
starring daily at that hanging branch
waiting on more black and purples to appear
but they didn't and they won't
only the higher branches spawned the sweetness
and by then
I was to far out mental reach to get my happiness back
New discovery
rolling my eyes away from the naked branch
my nose looked up another sugar tapped
replacement in joyous eyes and dancing tongues
I bonded with a bush called "Honey Suckle"
passing the temporary memory of Black purples
where a new taste adventure would begin
By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner
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