a cool breeze, blue sky.
A few clouds intermittently hide
the sun.
Sitting in the damp, spongy moss
on the side of a hill near Esther Dome,
I pluck three blueberries—
one to save for a blueberry pie,
the other two to eat.
I stand to leave.
My butt is purple.
1 comment:
Fantastic poem Dr. Stephen!
'I pluck three blueberries—
one to save for a blueberry pie,'
I love these lines.
By the last line I had a very big grin. Keep it up!
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