MONDAY'S POET
by Mike E.
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Summer
Do you remember your first taste of Summer?
-- I do
it tasted like fresh cut grass and baseball
mud pies and the fourth of July
you can pluck the head off a dandelion
and rub the color on your cheeks
but if you lick your fingers
you’ll surely pucker
wash it down with a warm humid rain
and light the memory with fireflies
and ghost stories
if you were lucky
you saw Orion’s belt in the sky
before Momma tucked you in
that first taste
the first embrace
is something you cannot forget
you’ll remember it every year
every Summer
and like an addict you’ll always wonder
why the first taste was so much better
than the last.
-- Mike E.
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