Blue Remembered - Dan Berick

That wet autumn dirt smell 

That crushed brittle leaf smell 

That bush-that-just-flowers-at-this-time-of-year smell

That warm water fountain that tasted like pennies

That tangerine pop they don’t make anymore

That stale chocolate taste of old Easter egg candy

That sky that was bluer than any blue sky is

That house down the street where that-girl-down-the-street lived 

That cloud that held nothing more fearful than rain

That.

Originally published by The Storms, Issue III, October 2023

Dan Berick is a writer, husband, father, and lawyer based in Cleveland Ohio. His recent work has appeared in “Gulf Stream Magazine”, “The Storms”, “The Interpreter’s House”, “One ART”, “Epistemic Literary”, “The Pierian”, “Stone Poetry Quarterly”, “The Rivanna Review”, “FULL HOUSE Literary”, “34th Parallel Magazine”, “Cerasus Poetry Magazine”, “Citywide Lunch”, “October Hill Magazine”, “Thin Skin”, “Argyle Literary Magazine”, “Santa Barbara Literary Journal”, “The Monterey Poetry Review” and “Canary”

You can connect with Dan on Instagram: @danberick