I'm still a romantic at heart

[rovingseaturtle]

picking thimbleberries

we're both too thirsty and tired to keep walking
and our bottle of la fin du monde
lasted only long enough for the trip to the point
the end of the world
we're there, you say
laughing as you slap at blackflies
deerflies
horseflies
sandflies
and
what are those?
never seen those kind before
well, they bite, just the same
my ears bleeding
like they always do
stumbling among the broad, cloth-like leaves
look there!
a whole ten yards of them
almost too ripe
one week from falling off and rotting
but here we are
ready to save them
three quarters go into tupperware
the rest we eat
rich with juice and sugars
let the tourists pay ten dollars for a jar of jam
we're here at the source
amazing where three miles can take you