[Our Chicken Farmer Poet in Residence, L.E. Leone, will be taking a bit of a hiatus to work on other projects. But we’re happy to welcome a new write to the circle of Tuesday poets; & it turns out that this is none other than L.E.’s dad, Carmen Leone! Welcome aboard!]
A Blueberry Visit
She was leaving the house in distress,
not even locking the door,
when I stopped by to visit.
When she was gone, instead of leaving myself,
I entered the house,
found an empty container in her dish rack
and filled it with blueberries
from the bushes that lined her driveway.
These I left for her and departed,
as if we’d had a long talk after all.