Life With Horace

poetry & essays

raspberry memory

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red napped nobbled berries
plucked from thorns and
regrown canes
fall gently into toweled
coffee cans, string hung
equal portions meted out
for waiting eager mouths
rich cream drizzled
white sugar grains
my spoon holds bliss

for Day 12. a favorite place, memory, food.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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