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Spring 1958 - Annette, August 30

Spring 1958


We couldn’t wait for

that earthy smell

as grass emerged from


soggy grass oozing mud,

warmed by returning sun.

We begged to leave

winter coats home.

No more snow pants whistling

as pant legs rubbed together.

Mother let me wear my new brown

cotton suede, spring jacket

with gold buttons

and the brown corduroy cap

with a triangle peak bent down in back,

fastened with large filigreed button.

No more boots scraping along to school.

Just navy blue buckle shoes,

slapping against the sidewalk.

          Annette Grunseth (C) 2014

PS Tori, I'm wanting to submit this one to Midwest Prairie Review, too. In the next week if possible. Deadline is fast approaching.  Thanks!

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