Blueberry Patch

(For Dianne)

 

In this tangle of briars and thorny nettles
That clots up our lives and catches in our throats
We somehow found each other and recognized two flowers
That outlive these dry and woody needles --

It is your heart and mine,
Mine that blossoms in hidden places
And persists softly amid the prickles
And yours that responds to the shining
Of my stubborn growth with a gentle sprout
That bursts from deepest confusion
To a multitude of buds

Reaching beyond the boundaries of its own pain
To the air above where it wafts a subtle aroma
To my heart beating and creeping,
Embracing the network of tendrils and bringing moisture.

We will make a garden of this yet
And grow fruits in unpromised soil.

Sally Clay
Boulder
December 29, 1985

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