The Mulberry Tree
The Mulberry Tree By Nicole Meyer There is a mulberry tree on my way to work. When I pass it, I remember a time When I considered myself a good girl but wanted to be bad. I had detention. I cannot remember what I did to get there, But what followed was greater justification for me being there. There was a boy whom I did not know well. His name was Ingo Hallenbauer. He too was still at school. And somehow we decided to go up the hill To where the mulberry tree was. The mulberry tree was not on the school’s property but on private property. I was more afraid of a dangerous dog Than of the owners coming But we got over the small wall And what was at first just Picking fruit illegally Turned into a mulberry fight At least in my memory And we jumped back over with our school uniform on Speckled in mulberry juice, And ran down the hill Back to from where we’d come. It felt good to feel bad. Funny and fun. And I believ...