a poem from a comment section

I read this beautiful poem in a youtube comment section once. I could never find it anywhere online afterwards. Its like theres no trace of it

August

by Esta Spalding

I read the journal of a boy who 

starved to death on the other side 

of a river,

under trees grown so old he would 

not feed them to a signal fire. 

His last entry,

August 12:

Beautiful Blueberries! Still there were 

days I know your mouth gave

that last taste of blue.