blackberries

if i died tomorrow

i'd miss the river
that perfect water
those slippery rocks
small, perfect rapids

if i died tomorrow

i'd miss fireworks
that slick neckline
those cold showers
warm, quiet nights

if i died tomorrow

i'd miss street fairs
that icy gelato
those plump weiners
loud, chirping symphonies

if i died tomorrow

i'd miss blackberries
that mini skirt
those flip flops
long, beautiful season