August Anthem
Blueberries rushing down five at a time
from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom
of a coffee can until growing numbers
mute the beat. Super pickers fill
two cans an hour in bumper season.
Pies and muffins march from ovens
and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown.
In blueberry time we reach to the highest hoards.
On these gems of the Sun we feast like lords.
Copyright © Bill Keen | Year Posted 2019
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