Feels like Michigan again-
cool, damp, dewy, grassy
She'll miss her birds
She'll miss her garden
She'll miss the things the rest of us have all forgotten
She misses his touch in the middle of the night
his voice and his warmth
She's missed the children
Bright Sunday reunions
More than this,
I am afraid of missing her
Feels like Michigan
baby snow peas
baby sweet corn
dusty garages
black cherries
Feels like Michigan again
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