first blueberries of the season

Let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love

“Heavenfaced,” The National

you send me a picture

your right hand and the blueberry bush
fingers touching the green leaves
your palm holding 8 blueberries

the white of your wrist moves me
like the flesh of a summer apple
to kiss there before taking a bite

—P.L. Thomas

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