192/365 - Berry

 

I breathed deep

the bay breeze

salt and seaweed and

strawberries?

And then

over my shoulder

I see

A three pint pallet

of summer red berries

grasped in the hands

of a girl

with ruby stained fingers

and lips to match

as we fly across the bay

a perfect ferry snack

Can I hove some too?

I almost ask

but the engine thrum

and the wind wave roar

winds to a fever pitch

in my head

so I stand in the corner

and watch her fingers

turn a deeper

shade of red