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Blossoms

Summers at fish camp
began with wild roses
and ended with fireweed,
the island ablaze in pink.
Now, here, when I see
those cool flames nodding
on their long green stems,
some still-smoldering ember
of memory blossoms:
maybe it’s time to go home.

Blossoms

Summers at fish camp
began with wild roses
and ended with fireweed,
the island ablaze in pink.
Now, here, when I see
those cool flames nodding
on their long green stems,
some still-smoldering ember
of memory blossoms:
maybe it’s time to go home.

Lenae Nofziger, 42

Kirkland / Stillwater, OK

 
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