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Berry Picking <\/span><\/p>\n by Marne Wilson<\/p>\n You and I went looking last summer for raspberries Uncle Eilert dropped them every summer afternoon Although today is cold and blustery, It was the pressure, I finally realize, Marne Wilson lives in Parkersburg, West Virginia.\u00a0 She is the author of two chapbooks:\u00a0The Bovine Daycare Center<\/i>\u00a0(Finishing Line, 2015) and\u00a0As Lovers Always Do<\/i>\u00a0(forthcoming from Etchings Press).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Marne Wilson lives in Parkersburg, West Virginia. She is the author of two chapbooks: The Bovine Daycare Center (Finishing Line, 2015) and As Lovers Always Do (forthcoming from Etchings Press).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3775,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[413],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3773","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3773","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3773"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3773\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3773"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3773"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3773"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand, finding none, were forced to admit
\nthat we have no idea what the bushes look like.
\nI don\u2019t know your excuse,
\nbut I never needed to look for raspberries before.
\nI always had them pressed upon me.<\/p>\n
\ninto his plastic ice cream pail,
\nnot stopping until it was full to the brim.
\nAll except the top layer would be crushed.
\nMy mother said they were perfect
\nfor spooning on angel food cake,
\nbut I wished for perfect raspberries,
\nones that hadn\u2019t been ruined by the weight of ambition.<\/p>\n
\nI have beside me some raspberries from Mexico,
\nwhole and complete in their gleaming plastic box,
\nfor they traveled that distance in one single layer.
\nI want to say their perfection makes them better,
\nbut in fact they fail to engage my attention.
\nNo matter how much I chew them,
\nthey refuse to taste like raspberries should.<\/p>\n
\nthat released all the flavor of my uncle\u2019s berries.
\nToo much perfection is beautiful
\nbut may not be worth biting into.
\nIt is the messy things that are full of life and flavor.<\/p>\n