mulberries: i eat | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

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mulberries grow in the summer
on a tall, tall tree.
we shared mulberries
way back when;

i eat.

back when we swam in the river
and laughed at nothing
and kissed everywhere
and hugged like the sky was falling
and were truly happy.

i eat.

it is winter’s cold that hugs me now.
you don’t call.
i lie here at
2 AM
pondering:
where did our love go?

i eat.

all i have is this bag of
mulberries.
they taste like summer.
they taste like your kiss.
they taste like love.

there’s no more.

also, just btw, the “i eat” and “there’s no more” lines are italicized. it doesn’t show up here

#mulberries: i eat