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By April, sour red stalks
push elephant-ear leaves
into near-earth atmosphere.
Rhubarb plans ahead,
years, decades even,
lives sustainably on the interest
of sunlight stored under ground,
having folded up its solar collectors
in September,
when the days grow too short
to make sugar.
See how simple is a miracle.
© by Larry Schug.
Used with the author's permission.
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Larry Schug is retired after a working life of many different kinds of physical labor. He volunteers as a writing tutor at the College of St. Benedict and St. John's University. He's also learning to play the guitar and is branching into creating music to go along with his words. Larry has published eight books of poems and has mostly decided on what to include in a ninth collection, tentatively titled Ripples and Reflections. He lives with his wife and cat near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota.
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Tyler Gabrysh:
Wonderfully winsome and easily read poem!
Posted 06/08/2012 12:13 PM
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loisflmom:
And makes me yearn for the yearly miracle in my father's garden. Yum!!
Posted 06/08/2012 09:43 AM
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Marilyn L Taylor:
I like this a great deal. It's engaging, doesn't have a single wasted syllable, and makes its point very gracefully.
Posted 06/08/2012 08:32 AM
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