Blueberries in a red bowl:
Circles of formless color
Drowsily resting
In a cup of vibrant sunset hues.

Circles of formless color,
Drifting, floating
In a cup of vibrant sunset hues,
Eternal and temporary.

Drifting, floating,
I bring them to my mouth.
Eternal and temporary,
The cool taste lingers.

I bring them to my mouth,
Savoring the feeling of their skin.
The cool taste lingers;
Tiny seeds and sharp blue flavor.

Savoring the feeling of their skin,
I run my fingers through them.
Tiny seeds and sharp blue flavor
Hang in my mind.

I run my fingers through them
And along the edge of the bowl.
Hang in my mind,
Tiny joys.