blueberries
deep purple beads
Beloved of bees and bears
who we, being wary,
warn off with bells and loud voices
our natural loudness turned up
to let them hear us
climb the hill
down the dirt road
where the best blueberry bushes
hide inside a quiet thicket of green
berries dreaming dark blue dreams
beneath the summer sun who bathes
us all—berry, bee, bear, berry pickers
warming us all to sweetness.