Sunday, February 22, 2026

Poem: The Attraction of Blackberries




The first time she tried to seduce me,
(atoms falling in a vacuum)
she asked about blackberries—
(every mass exerts some gravity)

Did I know their season, where they grow?
(galvanometers, gravimeters)
I could answer both easily—
(tools to measure small attractions)

down the dirt road in September.
(devices that report, don’t interfere)
She eagerly went there with me,
(variations in readings occur)

We ate more berries than we kept.
(electron exchange may explain this)
The sweet dark juice painted our lips.
(equilibrium then entropy)

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