"Reaching Back"
Underneath the medical tape and IV tube,
the bruises on my grandfather's arms
were blackberry stains.
He reached back to greet me,
three years past a time
when he could pull down
the wire cage that never completely
kept the birds away from the bush
and pluck berries into his bucket.
I held mine up high over my head
and hoped he'd put some in there,
too.
the bruises on my grandfather's arms
were blackberry stains.
He reached back to greet me,
three years past a time
when he could pull down
the wire cage that never completely
kept the birds away from the bush
and pluck berries into his bucket.
I held mine up high over my head
and hoped he'd put some in there,
too.
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