I am joyful as a fat, wet blueberry,
salt on my lips like an ocean dried
overnight and Summer— whose
thaw is like a thousand dragons
whispering in hot little puffs,
the sun is shining.
I am joyful as a fat, wet blueberry,
salt on my lips like an ocean dried
overnight and Summer— whose
thaw is like a thousand dragons
whispering in hot little puffs,
the sun is shining.
