Blueberries
Spring
Breezing
around
a slight chill being won over to sun
Olive
and I share blueberries
she
loves
they
burst
she
smiles
the
constancy of children’s happiness
they say
blueberries grow brain cells in the pre-frontal cortex
gifting the ability
to learn
and memory
the
power of the blueberry
Am I
teaching Olive to remember?
Will
this shared happiness support her in the savage days of puberty?
The
malaise of adulthood?
Will she
crave blueberry pancakes?
the
season forces my hand
the
blueberries scatter across the earth
returning
me to her eyes
her
perfect ringlets made translucent by sun
the
futility of holding on
to anything
she runs
off into the yard
the wind
stealing her laughter
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