so walked, out of house,
for a small pint of raspberries
each so tiny
each so exquisite
like the opposite of death
i
walked the steps required to
neighbor's where
"store" was
locavore now, must shop on street
walked home 2000 steps from "store"
to safety of my desk
ah isolation
ah wilderness
ah get me back in the house
lady drives by car windows down yells
who is this? doesn't she know I am emily dickenson??
'thanks' she brays
i look at her astonished
'thanks' for buying from us
children straining at their contraptions in the back
'thanks for buying those berries, they're from our yard!'
neighbor, sustinance, frenemy!
