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Communion on Stockton Island
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Jeanie Tomasko


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But this we know,
before we left our clothes behind
and ran to meet the water,
the blueberries we found
growing wild in the dunes
and ate one by one
like sweet, small kisses,
turned into wine.

This poem first appeared in the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets’ quarterly Museletter.
Used here with the author’s permission.

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Jeanie Tomasko is a home health nurse in Madison, Wisconsin. She was almost an English major and enjoys a life of regret by writing poetry on the side. She enjoys all things nature, especially birds and long walks. Jeanie's chapbook, Tricks of Light, is forthcoming in 2011 from Parallel Press.
 


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gregory:
My mind is filled this morning with this beautiful image...Thanks Jeanie
Posted 08/02/2010 11:22 AM
Buckner14:
So succinct yet so pointed--marvelous images. Sally Buckner
Posted 08/02/2010 08:30 AM


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