Blueberry Blue
It used to be that,
I had no appreciation
for fruit or juice.
Vegetables and their juice,
on the other hand,
I loved and still do.
Fruit was always,
for me,
an acquired taste.
Now that it’s acquired,
I can’t seem to get enough,
especially if it’s blue.
Oh, How I love blueberries!
Those sweetly sour baubles of antioxidants
mystify and mesmerize my palate.
A smoothie,
is not a smoothie,
without blueberries.
That blue concoction of
frozen yogurt and fruit
is ambrosia.
Blueberry pie engages all of my senses;
lulling me into a world of
blue, blue and more blue…
Blueberry bread,
dipped slightly in my coffee,
a tasty treat, fit for a queen.
Fresh blueberries
roly-poly around a bowl full of
pineapple, kiwi and raspberries.
My heart drops out through the soles of my feet
whenever I cannot get them;
I am so very blueberry blue.
I rush home and meditate to calm my soul,
In front of my favorite
blue yen/yang wall.
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