There's a mountain of blueberries ready for picking.
Bring your bucket and spend the day. Get down
on your knees. The sky is blue. The thing
you're looking for is bluer still. And so round.
There's a mountain of blueberries ready for picking.
Put one in your mouth. Gape at the thousands
in the brambly grass. Do you wonder
what prodigy has planted here? Whose hands
have made such succulence for our plunder?
There's a mountain of blueberries ready for picking.