My Best Friend

I have always been suspicious

of fruit without seeds,

they seem empty to me-

lacking any backbone

or real substance.

Come to think of it

I never trusted any fruit

of any kind, shape, color-

I trashed them all

before they ripened.

Now I think the fear

for worms, mold, or

anything unforeseen

rotting the sweetness

drove me away.

Then again maybe not.

Maybe I knew all along

that no matter how long

I waited, hoped, worked,

they would always die.

The thing I don't get

is that now there is a bush

full of blueberries

that grows sweeter by

every drop of sun.

How I wish to eat
that fruit every day
until I eat no more.