The blueberries were sweet
And smaller than those in the aisles at Safeway and Lucky,
They were 2 for a pound and we picked them ourselves,
Joyfully eating them as we went,
Imagining out loud for the little boys the dragons and bears
The bushes might house.
By muffin and pancake and bare bowls with milk
We ate them and ate them,
Richer than knights;
We trooped to the water and splashed our way deeper,
We found the sandbar and rose;
The water below our bellies,
Our lips grown blue in the grinning cold,
Our tongues still blue with the berries.
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