Ralph Earle: What Becomes of the Strawberries
What Becomes of the Strawberries My mother said she would be gone a moment and bring me strawberries. A moment meant away and back. Strawberries swept over me like sun chasing a cloud. Strawberries coming to the car. For me. Grey back seat. Door handle. Blue-white sky. The stalk of the lock meant […]
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