Just Saying

Just Saying

(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)

They were blackberries from Mexico.

They weren’t organic.

There is snow on the ground.

I bought them anyway.

I ate the last ones in the fridge.

Maybe you would have liked them

in a bowl of ice cream tonight.

Forgive me.

They reminded me of northwest summers,
a Chinook wind for my palate.

They were delicious

and sweet

and so cold.