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In early October, after the frost,

but before the long white weight of snow,


wade waist-deep in the raspberry thicket,

when the air is cold and the sun is low


and there is yet gold on the mesa’s hills,

all glitter and tremble and shine, and hiding


beneath the still green leaves are swollen red berries,

few enough that to find one feels like earning a prize,


but abundant enough to lure you deeper in,

despite the brambles, the snags on your sweater,


the scratches into your hands. There is no way

to be anywhere but here. The day moves no faster


than shadows can grow and hunger is a thing

that can be sated. The light meets you


exactly where you are and gives itself to you

and asks nothing in return.




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