Poetry
Blackberries & Rust
By Edita Nazaraite
in the heat of the desert
blackberries glitter
like black flames in the eyes
of an Indian girl
black cloud of blackberries
as if someone’s lost shadow
strokes the graveyard of old cars
the sky is full of scars
the air is full of cactus wine
rusty cars are glued to the sticky heat
while climbing through a broken window
of an old Ford
the light cuts itself
starts bleeding
don’t try to guess
what blooms prettier
blackberries or rust