Blueberry Surprise
By Katie Lowenstein
The bowl sat on the table
tantalizing
as blueberries spilled over the rim.
They called
glistening dusky blue
in the morning sun.
I picked one up
popped it in my mouth
felt the juice squirting on my tongue.
Then realized
with a sudden crunch
I was savoring a round blue beetle instead.
copyright 2001 Katie Lowenstein
