When the blueberries first ripen
I always draw back to my family’s
Remember the cesspool behind the
Spent the nights playing gin with
Days frogging in the scum.
In the wrong place for so long I
Then grew a garden at my new
And the beans were greener than
And the hummers on the borage
wore a redder scarf.
A year ago we scaled Cambieau.
Ever since, everything has been
Words following suit,
One leg at a time.
Still, the jails are overflowing.
Aristocrats cut their teeth on