Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

A Black Testament To The Day

Fade In.
Spring.
Here I sit picnic
waiting for the red bird
to come.
I remember picking blackberries
in Texas with my mother and sister.
Hot
we stumbled rattlesnake into the thorns
our fingers stained lilac juice berry.
The sweat on our backs negro
cicadas screaming symphonies.
Four hours later,
burned as tar,
we
would carry our buckets home
and spread our jewels
on the kitchen countertops.
A black testament to the day.