Monday, August 8, 2016

Blueberry

Blueberry


Blueberries are my favorite fruit,
but I know they taste like nothing.

They remind me of summers
in Virginia, picking berries in
my neighbors yard, as many as
we wanted.

They make me think of
Lip Smackers (blueberry pancake),
locker notes, Gel Pens and girl friend
sleepovers.  

They were barely an ingredient
in Oxford Blue ice cream,
my usual at G&Ds. Window
seat and spires.

And they were a vital part
of our silly plan, you and me.
Blueberry farm: because you knew
they’re my favorite.  

Blueberries are my favorite fruit,

but I know they taste like nothing.