Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Blueberry Barrens     
Buy or pick a few pints of them
and you feel as though
you’ve struck it rich. 
         Suddenly it’s blueberry everything:
         pancakes, pies, tarts and cobblers;
a stampede of berries in your cereal
that stains your teeth dark blue. 

They sprout near the coast in low fields
that get burned every other year;
they say ash sparks a sweeter crop. 

You stand beside a row of low bushes,
nothing special, an ordinary green
until light strikes at just the right angle

and all at once tiny spheres appear,
an intense blue hue,
a field of sapphires
far as the eye can see.

 Lubec, Maine

1 comment:

  1. I love the last five lines. Someday I will visit Lubec. Partly to see the blueberries. More to see the people I love!