Seaside Blackberries

by Carolin Messier

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Along a pebbled shore
of sand and shells
battered by storms of life’s injustice
littered with weathered wood
cast upon the beach by fickle tides
all shades of dreams diminished:
these, the skeletal remains
of a heart and home picked clean
by tragedy and loss—
springs a single, wild fruited vine
that defies the lack of soil,
spreads its thorny shoots and leaves,
and sprouts clusters of tight berries
not plump, with easy juiciness
(there’s been so little rain this season)
but fully ripe,
weighted with concentrated sweetness
and packed with seeds
of possibility.