The Voice Issue 30: July/August 2017 - Page 20

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Could you play that one song?

You know the one I’m talking about.

You know,

The one we blared from the car stereo,

With all the windows rolled down so all could hear.

The song we would play picking blueberries;

In that all natural,

Weed choked,

Berry farm.

I want to be reminded of the times

I would pick four flats to your two.

I want to remember the day

Where I traversed the fields,

To see where you were,

And to my horror and great amusement

Found that you were lying on your back

Eating a spilled flat of berries

In all your sun-kissed glory.

I want to envision our last day on the job,

You and I sitting on a picnic table

Gulping water and complaining about the smell of skunk.

Could you please play that song?

The one that reminds me of a summer well spent.

That Song That Sounds Like Blueberries

-Thenbenhappened, Georgia, VT

Firegirl03, Burlington, VT