I left a note
by Mr. Coffee
saying I’ve gone
hunting on my knees
for the nagoon berry
with its ruby juice
and subtle flavor.
Not easy to find,
and hard to pick,
but so worth it.
Come with me
down a quiet summer
path leading to a gem
so perfect it lives
in memory long after
the jelly’s left the jar.
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