Untamed - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

[Larry Robinson]

Untamed


We measure the afternoon in wild raspberries,
pulling to our mouths the abundant ripe fruits 
like the feral beings we are. 

Fingers stained red and lips stained red 
and the moments stained red with joy.
If it is not smart to speak of love,

then let me not be smart. 
Let me speak of love that flourishes
like wild raspberries in a rainy summer.

Let me live into love as undomesticated
as these brambles that line the creeks.
Let me remember today

by the sweet and tart taste of wild berries, 
how softly they fell into our palms.
Let me be eager for love 

as the look on my daughter’s face
when she dragged me by the hand
back to the raspberry patch saying more, more.

	- Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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