Wild Fruit

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Beyond my garden fence
weeds are simply plants.
I might rip blackberry from my borders,
but I covet its fruit in the wild.

You may not fit where you are—
too big for small spaces
too loose for tight boundaries
too loud, too colourful
too new.

Over the fence
the world is hungry for you—
you belong, out there.

Arch your canes over the gate,
beg the birds to lift you.
However you do it,
go free.