On my last day
selling blueberries
I took a walk
between the rows
and paid attention
to the details
of growth.
White flower,
green berry, purple,
blue.
Emeralds, jewels
sharp blues,
and misties.
Rachel and Ralph are the farmers.
She's fixin old sewing machines
and volunteering at the thrift store.
He plays the washboard
and tends to keep bees.
Once in a while,
a bird finds a way into blueberry heaven.
Only thing is
it's easier gettin in
than it is gettin out.
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