In the strawberry field

 Originally published in Pluvia Literary Magazine, Issue IV (October 2022)

In the strawberry field, no one is worried.

The sky is crisp azure, as if nothing could stop it from being so.

The stretching beds embrace the horizons

with their sweet kisses of tender strawberries

Their after-kiss fragrance lingers in the air,

filled the chickadee’s jubilant songs

to harken the advent of summer.

 

In the strawberry field, no one is worried.

Little kids run around barefoot, their plump fingers clutched

with a bucketful of crimson sweetness

while their parents, tucked in crisp denim and flowing floral dresses,

gaze adoringly at their exuberant enfants.

The flashes from cameras overshine the sun,

glittering the sparks of asphalt on the country road.

 

In the strawberry field, no one is worried.

Alas, I wish I could be so!

Summer has come, yet my thoughts do not have wings

to soar out of the reality entrenched

deep into my soul, about what the future may hold

beyond the strawberry field.

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