History of Water

Apart from the tales heard,
exists separate truth.

Between fingers
lies a stranded
blackberry

Curious, you find that tears
don’t spill,
they flow inwards.
Grief of abandonment,
Grief over absence.

Streams around home
come and go,
but what of the forgotten blackberries,
hollow of any water?

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