To discriminate 
the way blackberry fingers do would be a gift. 
The fingers know by touch after a sunny hour 
which berry is too young or too soft, 
which berry will come away easily 
keeping its perfect summer flavor. 
The fingers grow purple with their cleverness. 
 

If I could know day to day as my fingers know 
quickly berry to berry, 
I would be so wise... 
Perhaps I would turn purple all over. 

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