Out on the narrow ledge.
Rain fell in big drops.
As it had for days.
Each drop paused on a leaf.
Content to sit undisturbed.
Clad in colored slickers.
We disrupt.
Chasing ripe blueberries.
Hanging over the water.
Tantalizing.
Almost out of reach.
Tropically colored blue-green water.
Opaque with fine glacial till.
Inviting. Deceptive. Cold.
Our hearts beat hard in our chests.
Not for the exertion.
For the thrill.
Below us bone chilling blue.
Above us steep rock.
Small ledges with encroaching bushes.
Alder and blueberry.
Poaching berries from bears.
No planning had preceded the folly.
Hands occupied in clutching branches.
Left only mouths to harvest.
Tugging at the berries with our lips.
Each blue orb savored.
Washed down with raindrops.
Urgency.
Nervous laughter.
Impish gins.
Looking out for beasts.
Aroused beauties clinging to ledges.
Delighting in the dare.
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