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Poem

Here Comes Summer

I don’t need a coat

on my morning run.

No more frost-bitten earth.

Black Prairie soil has given birth

to her plenty. Overnight,

it seems, everything has changed.

Hostas and other big-finned

plants cover garden spaces.

Pink peonies, Spiderwort,

Iris and Columbine flaunt

their spring fashions. Buttercups

frame the edges of my yard.

Clematis and Morning Glory

open to the sun. This sweet

paradise is so much more than

I deserve. Even so I concur

with Miss Dickinson ... 

Instead of going to Heaven at last,

I’m going all along.

-Michael Escoubas

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