Wild Strawberries

By | 12 February 2026

So, after all these years
of wondering about purpose,

after the sex has drained
from our bodies,

and the white hair
has wicked itself to our heads,

we have figured out the great mystery
of why we met.

And while I am not strong,
and am in pain when I bend, walk, or lift,

I bend to pick you up, to carry you
out into the days of tall grasses,

fern, and wild strawberries.

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