shadow

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.

of 5 stories this month > Get unlimited stories
You've read 5 of 5 free stories

Only $1 for your first month.

Get unlimited Monitor journalism.