Blueberries and You

The blueberries are grey

Fuzzy rotten things

With halo rings

Of unholy mould

That sticks each orb to other.

A smother

To the purple-blue hue

Of once individuated fruity pearls

Funny,

At this the thought of you

Unfurls.

I throw the spidered lump away.

A more careful box

I'll choose another day.

grapher ©2014