Jul 05

Midsummer nostalgia

It makes me think
of blueberries.

Warm lake water & the 
occasional rainstorm–

Dried out tall grass bursting
with ticks who want to catch
a ride; we walk anyway.

Blueberries. Baked in a pie,
hand picked, devoured
in a week. A weak attempt
to parch thirst.

Heavy, fat clouds hanging low.
Silly chickens
clucking to each other.

Makes me nostalgic.