My mother’s voice told me to come back
as I ran out the door—
tears whirring off my face.
My knees hurt while I pounded them in step with my breath.
It happened again, he’s gone—so I run
beside the cliffs that fall into the river filled with dying salmon.
Finally I reach the wild blackberry bushes that are my private haven.
As I reach toward the little orbs,
nature’s gift to those who find them,
a rattlesnake slithers across my toes—
I’ve eaten more than my fair share.
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