Five Points, Vol. 12 No. 2Fall 2008
From Philip Schultz, “I always thought if I gave up poetry it would lead to happiness, because I was always writing about how unhappy I was, and it turned out to be the opposite.”
There is nothing like them
except other berries, especially blue ones,
yet nothing compares with a bowl
full of blueberries in a pond of cream
as long as you exclude a bowl of cereal
with milk or a bowl of anything really
once the more distant points
of resemblance have been admitted.
Like snowflakes, no two blueberries
are alike though I fail to see
how this could possibly be demonstrated.
unique and at the same time
indistinguishable from anything else in the world
except you, dear one,
especially when you hold me
by the head and kiss me
as no blueberry has ever done, so far.