Another Way to Eat Elderberries

I wanted to harvest

      from the backyard,
but J.,

   with his cautious
      mind, said if we

harvest the berries,
  he won’t eat

      them. Needless to
say I let the dream

  go. Until sitting
      in the backyard

it came to me. It
   was Mockingbird—

      she tore straight
for the elder bush,

   thick and young,
      fast and eager.

She dove into the
   bush of berries and

      recklessly plucked
each one—my mouth

   began to water.
      Sitting in the chair

I watched with
   great concentration—

     Her beak a mess
of purplely deep—

   like a child all
     messy with something

surgery sweet, I began
   to taste the rich jelly,

      reckless, all over my
teeth, and tongue!

Ahrend Torrey is a poet and painter. He is a creative writing graduate from Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. When he is not writing, or working in New Orleans, he enjoys the simpler things in life, like walking around City Park with his partner, Jonathan, and their two rat terriers Dichter and Dova