Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Blueberry Portal
“In dreams the fool is free from
scorning voices”
-C. S. Lewis, “Dymer”
In the
drowsy, bee-sy afternoon
Picking
blueberries in the white-sun heat
Voices.
Conversation. But it’s only the bees
While
the blueberries dance and spin and whirl
What
do bees talk about? They don’t tell me
And I
don’t need to know – but we’re all friends
And the
dancing blueberries – they’re having fun
They
welcome me into another world
The leaves
write me little love-letters that say
How
happy to have you home for an hour today!
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