From the soft soil of thicket bottoms
we found the plump orbs, sumptuous
with juice - familiar plunder
from child years.
Ripe with that incentive, we changed
destinations and in an easing of time
the indelible color sluiced
over our tongues, fruits plopped into cups
we'd carried hiking.
Packs undisturbed on our backs,
we returned later to loiter in camp
as from some childhood spree - vivid
in the ways of revival
and overshadowed with purple.