Mulberry

Find me a mulberry tree

 

How I crave the purply juice

the ripeness

sweet and tart in my mouth

 

The red stain running down my fingers

down my face

and down my blouse

 

The memories of a mulberry pie

or summer sorbet

ready to devour

 

And feeding an industry of worms

with leaves

spinning silk by the hour

 

So, find me a mulberry tree

old fashioned joy

a jam-packed super-power