
Raspberries
Collected at dusk, /
raspberries in an old cap, /
makeshift evening food.
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#raspberries #cap #makeshift #food #dusk #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #thursday #082423 #2023

Raspberries
Collected at dusk, /
raspberries in an old cap, /
makeshift evening food.
.
.
#raspberries #cap #makeshift #food #dusk #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #thursday #082423 #2023

Latte-dah
Summer is over, so Starbucks declares, /
bringing forth their fall pumpkin wares. /
Temperatures still roiling across the US. /
When they will break is anybody’s guess. /
Hurricanes hit California and other coasts, /
but Iced Pumpkin Cream Chai Latte Starbucks boasts. /
It may be 69 days until Halloween /
but this declaration seems self-serving and a bit obscene.
Filed under 2023, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker