Blueberries for Sal
I found it in a box labeled lamp shades
Sal ate too many blueberries
Her mother was unquestionably genius
All the pictures are in navy blue and mellow yellow
In Leverett there were blueberries
I stuck my fingers through a hole in the screen
A splinter on the wooden floor
They tasted like the sunset
When my mom read the book I was Sal
The overalls matched the short haircut
Inquisitive children always learn more than they wish to know
Now the yellow and blue illustrations are stuffed in a box
Did you know an entire life can fit in a box?
We packed all the boxes and taped them
Packing tape screeched on the roller
The tape knew our misfortune
Blueberries collect in the bottom of the pale
The insides are really purple
I don't mind calling them blue
In an empty room I stack boxes
The leaning tower of my life
I lock the door
The dog asks where we are going but I care not to reply
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