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I wrote this poem several years ago for a fun little contest where the theme was nature. I decided to write about the relationship between people and the seasons.

Damsons

There is a path through the forest and it parts for you
My cupids hide money in their socks and under their hats, laughing about it
Under a wet blanket sky
Cards of rain are all pontooning

I can feel the grease of earth wriggle between my toes
Shot in two
by lightning
the blades of water make the branches heavy

But you stop and lift your wet shirt halfway to your eyes and make a sack of it to claw
Some sweet
some sour damsons down
Or creep unsure footwells of freshly torn smoking wood
Or shake a heavy branch and shower me with dirty water and bopping fruit

I shout that I am scared of the slick mud because it’s like quicksand but
You shout back you can’t hear me and
You’ve got a thousand damsons huddled in your wet shirt
And your bare stomach is spattered with mud
I’ve got three damsons but they’re good and biting into one, it’s sweet so I give it to you but your
hands are busy so I smush it against your mouth and you nod and tell me with rain dripping off
your eyebrows,
silently

that it’s sweet, so that’s good.