mulberry ?!

mulberries, my mom pick
you off the stems unripe,
unsweetened, it’s mother’s day
(that’s irrelevant to this entry), i
think of you when i listen to allday and i
keep coming back to your
hillside inclines, ascent, the roadside
trailer, your front yard and
the valley it overlooks, i reassure
i love him and i do, there’s still
leftovers after departures, mulberry!
you were seasonal harvest over-picked, this
is mileage,          (soon enough)
already
overgrown, wild, untended,
but sweet,
sweet mulberry, i tell you now,
you’d know they’re the best kind,
raw and unworn you know the soil,
re-turned, were you micronutrient constituents?
were you prerequisites, fertilizing?
fundamental
.                 elemental
.                               conditions?
were you preparation,
like
cultivation,
you’d know, i’m sure,
crisp and clean in all your green,
in your bloodshed, spines with red, let me
tell you what you already know,
overhead thicket, again,
raw and unworn and gosh mulberry,
aren’t they the best kind?

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