By paul Bluestein
I smile at the Early Girls and Lemon Boys
hiding among the caged vines,
watchful for encroaching butternut squash.
Impatient for the first harvest,
I pluck recipes from open books
as I sip morning coffee and imagine
that first taste of a summer-ripe tomato,
red and warm as the sun
rising up from the August haze.
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paul Bluestein is a physician and a blues musician. He lives in Connecticut near a beach where he finds quiet time to think about the past and wonder about the future. In addition to poems and short stories that have appeared in a wide variety of online and print publications, he has had two books of poetry published: Time Passages and Fade to Black.