Blackberries in the Sky with Window Panes
Robert Frost wrote Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun And that is the East Coast snowy winter version, but here Blackberries love a wall to death and they’d like to love you, too They clutch sheer sides with sharp claws– ragged-wing bats Offering clumps
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