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