I was a small blueberry once <br />in summer shade- <br />deep shadows of sleeping dogs, watchful of <br />lily ‘s leave and orchid's flower, both sandal-footed and <br />cold-grass frolicking, issuing to the backyard <br />world a summer-girl chirrup succeeded by one <br />toothy boast and one laugh <br />I was a blueberry sometimes then- <br />a summer dress made of me, a scarlet flower- <br />clothed in a blueberry-hued and seed-studded <br />white-dotted fabric frock, <br />I twirled and orbited a small place <br />like the same true flower in warm soil <br />among chastening blueberry blooms <br />in the small backyard. <br /> <br />The blueberry and I- <br />black and dark green, sweetening in summer sun <br />laughing at the distillation of time, <br />at the absence of memory then.<br /><br />Natasa Tocuc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blueberries-2/
