Summer On Big Crooked Lake* - Poem by Donna Ialongo
on skies peopled in strawberry ice cream,
one sun, father of a moon,
tossed his head in a rain-loved lake
and came out dripping fishes in a morning.
is picture framed in a million untamed oaks
and pelted acorns.
this gray pond
buzzed with boats and silent bubbling oars,
kisses the shore and runs from her crying.
this summer house
on Indian land
smelling of its heritage and once story,
melts mornings spent in bacon, eggs, and iron water
pick of the blueberry season
made miracles of fire and joy fall from trees
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