Blueberries

The poetry of blueberries rolls in summer’s lavish palm like marbles.  A sweet purple chant stains white hem of your days. Handful of un-glossed globes heaped in a bowl; their delicate wildness a twice feast, for tongue and imagination. Berries made beautiful by haze. Deep glimmer of blueness beneath a refusal to shine. Like breath-kissed mirror, clouds-in-lake, like milky eyes of newborn kitten or fog-clad sapphire.


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