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Symposium poem -- Locally grown

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Locally Grown

Apple jelly: my grandmother

and my great aunt shared a duplex

where an apple tree, two varieties,

twined into one trunk, red gladiolas


along the fence, a double

glider rocker where I took turns

holding hands with the old sisters.

Apple jelly on yeast rolls, a blessing,

like holding hands with time.

Mead uncorked and cold:

bees drunk on sunshine.

Walleye: swims

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