My mama picked
blackberries
with me in tow,
chuckling
at deft and quick brambles
biting into our hands with a touch of fire
to protect
dark purple-pearl clumps of luscious fruit,
hidden from view under leaves
in maternal care.
Today, the memory cleaves to
those old bushes standing in solace without theatrics,
and it finds a perch where misfortune can't kill,
while healing arms, luminous in dark, pick
a pail of blackberries for a jar of jam
for everlasting sweetness.
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The Pi is built up in words and follows the mathematical number that stands for Pi.
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