eyes up, feet down,
full body across the tracks.
you beside me,
your head a mess with flowers.
the sun is bright in my eyes.
"roll off the tracks! roll off!"
the train blows up grass and dirt,
throws my shoes in the air.
It's then I see the blackberries.
only four,
hanging gently from the bush.
you long to pluck them,
but I am sure you should not.
Let them hang undisturbed,
their beauty is enough.
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