I'm very happy to have this poem in Gulf Stream Online No. 6. The magazine has been in business since 1989 and is associated with the creative writing program at Florida International University in Miami. Check it out here.
PICKING BLUEBERRIES
We work apart,
each knowing by now
how the other does things.
I thumb berry from stem,
gather ten in hand to drop in a pail.
They’re clean, no need
to pick debris out later.
You grab ripe and red together,
leaves, stems, mummies and all,
fill three buckets to my two.
No one goes hungry
in your house.
At the slope-roofed shed,
morning haze just lifting now,
we stand before a girl working the counter
who weighs us out,
dumps everything together,
renewing our vows.
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