“Loganberries” poem by Bea Garth


by Bea Garth, copyright 2020

The sunlight trails
over a stand of sunflowers
their floppy heads nodding
across the way
while we are examined
by a group of steer and heifers
chewing thoughtfully,
black bodies on a field of green,
teats and haunches sway slowly
when they begin to move off
as we turn, at the lane’s edge,
to reach through the tangled bushes
for the purple-ripe loganberries.

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