Confession

I covet my neighbor's blackberry bush.
I want to transplant a sprig of my own
To light the side of my backyard ditch
In the patch of fertile loam
Where it will flourish and bloom.

I long to see the pure white blossoms
Crave the tart-sweet berries black.
I pop them plump into my watering
Mouth, with their cane sugar sprinkled backs.
Oh, let me lick the platter clean!

-jenn long