Red currents nestle in the crook
of old spruce trees,
berries clustering in the afternoon shadows of
Burgundy ripe and glowing
they stretch and swell through a
transition of color: mint greens with silken
pink bands ripen into sheer reds
deep watery reds like the
forest fire sunsets over Redoubt.
Among the spruce they glisten like salmon roe
fat with the seeds of next year's life
even as I plunk them
skein by skein
into my bucket.
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