Blueberries: Round on My Mind
You can buy blueberries. I spend a year
growing perfect ones.
Willing cross pollination and begging sun.
Prune dead twigs in March, fertilize
with acidity and mulch. Mulch again,
fertilize. Lure out Mason bees.
Water. Blow up the rubber boa
and drape to scare the birds.
Laugh when the dog steals
the ripest ones.
Make a pie that slurps over
and crusts in the bottom
of the oven
sweet smell of char.
Mix a cup with a quart
of vodka for winter’s
bluetinis. Freeze
for cold-day oatmeal.
You can buy blueberries.
I spend a year.
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Tricia Knoll is an Oregon poet with two books in print – Ocean’s Laughter(Aldrich Press 2016) and Urban Wild (Finishing Line Press 2014). She is noticing that blueberries and raspberries are ripening in Oregon several weeks earlier than usual. Website: triciaknoll.com
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