April 29, 2024 - write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal.
Blueberries
My fingers are sticky
and stained blue
The basket is nearly full
and we begin the long trek back
The best ones
are always the furthest
he tells me
people don't want to walk that far
preferring a lower
effort to reward ratio
Their berries are small and shiny
skins splitting
his are powdery and plump,
juicy with a tart sweetness
you can't find
in the bland supermarket berries
I always sneak a handful
(quality assurance I tell him)
but he knows just by looking
that they will be perfect
Back home they're cleaned
and we laugh at how the discards
are what most people's first picking
looks like
nothing but the best he beams
...the standards are high
"We make the best pie!"
they seem to say
Pies that would fetch a fortune
at a roadside stand
if they ever made it that far
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