Blueberries
Summertime flavors...
Sometimes
A bite into certain foods
Creates an explosion of
Memory in my mouth...
Not just of flavor though
More like a
Stepping juicy into who I was
Before.
Like with blueberries.
My grandma always had
Blueberries waiting for us after
Those long hot sticky summer drives
From Colorado north
Across the Great Plains.
No AC in the car back then -
Just pairs of bare feet dangling from
Out the open back window of
Dad's old stationwagon.
If it overheated, then we'd
Get to Wisconsin at midnight.
No matter.
The blueberries were still waiting
In Grandma's pure clean white bowl.
The flavor a right before bed
Miracle.
I wonder if that vision, that flavor, that memory
Explains my fondness for
Deep sweet navy blue against
Pure and pearly white?
I wonder many things, including..
Who ate all the blueberries?! And
Is it too late to get more because I need some
Right now!
Brings back memories! Not just blueberries though!