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LILAC FESTIVAL
In spring, at a carnival of lilacs and balloons,
of purple-peppered hills and pollens
that glisten on the tail of the bumblebee,
a sun-blond boy with ice cream lips watches
lovers who walk with steps that make the widows nod,
and girls in college jerseys
who flash their smiles in passing, over their shoulders
like petals tossed by children playing love-me-not.
Eric Reitan is a writer, philosophy teacher, and sometime violinist. He lives in Tacoma with his troll collection and a few too many fruit flies.
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