today
i spilled three bowls of raspberries
i watched as summer
tumbled onto the earth
staining the pavement
i tried to scoop it up
and place it back into the bowls
but time is funny
once you've spilled it
emptying the red bowl
then the blue blue
then the purple bowl
once it is bright pink and soft
on the stones beneath your feet
you cannot scoop it up
and taste it again
i called it the raspberry incident
or the incident of lost time
and it still pecks at me hours later
in the mosquito-ridden evening
because everything is so easy to spill
