Purple Feet

The mulberries are ripe and purple, ready to be picked. Last year, mom laid out the blue tarp, and let the mulberries plop. Afterwards, we had mulberry jam jars and jars down in the basement for pancakes and toast and waffles. This year, the yard collects the mulberries and they are hidden in concaves of un-mowed grass. This year, the flies land softly, reach out and eat the mulberries. This year, we walk into the house through the back door, with mulberry kisses on the souls of our feet. Feet stained purple with mulberries.