Campfires above the banks of the Berezina river
Mosquitoes and tangles of dense undergrowth
Roasting chicken, fresh-cut cucumbers and tomatoes
Berries peek through in the undiscovered nation
A posse of reveling campgoers descend upon them.
In the northlands of the island of Ice
Past sulfurous fields, tempered hot springs
And a towering crater of ash
Lie hills of plump blueberries,
Converts to jam and pie,
They greet the northern sun with aspects of earthiness.
The Hudson tributary winds north of the city
Through valleys and hills where
A gaggle of hikers trod beaten paths
Finding nature-loving urbanites and bright young couples
And a pound of tiny wild berries, the first of the season
Exchanging bug bites for the literal fruits of their labor
The primal desire is met – we sleep well these nights.
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