Filling My Bucket

Grandpa, picking blackberries

you wore fish-gutter's gloves

of black leather with holes

cut out for your fingertips.

That way, you could feel

fruit, soft as a baby's head,

ease it off the tangled stems.

The pleasure of hot cobbler

was worth picking out briars.

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