Unripe

unripe blueberries are
not miniature death-stars
waiting to zap planets
with blinding acid juice
but if they were how would
we even find out? all mine
in the backyard find
their way to the bellies
of mockingbirds before
I can verify the
of future muffin bombs
or glean a cheek-pursing
snack while cutting the grass

Image: Original Artwork, May 2019.

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