The Dusty Ochre Path

Cross the open road

to the secret, dusty path

of memory.

Bring your wicker

berry basket.

Dodge the furious bees

and jaunty tiger lilies.

The searing July sun will

soak your shirt with salty tears.

Pile your offering high,

as the berries sacrifice

their succulent amethyst

blood,

staining your fingertips.

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