Summer
We were tired of strawberries that tasted
like water, genetically engineered to be
as boring as politics,
tired of even the organic foods store
selling things that smelled like strawberries,
were shaped like strawberries,
tasted like tart water.
So we grew our own from an heirloom strain
in the backyard of our first duplex,
until the neighbor kids ate them,
knocking on our door,
asking for sugar please to dip them in.
CL Bledsoe
Posted over on A Little Poetry
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