My poem, Doo-wop, is in the Winter 2023 issue of the Remington Review. Here is the poem:
Doo-Wop
The temperature dropped
twenty degrees last night.
Trees stood full green—
stunned past blushing,
and on the college lawn
hoarfrost replaced
the sunbathers
who walked the ice-
slicked streets
dressed for summer.
On the corner
four young men huddled
and blew on their hands
as a concession to the cold
like that doo-wop group
that graced the corner
of Hopkinson and Lott
winter and summer
and sang of losing
a love they had not
yet known.
The music often found
an aching harmony,
which like that first love,
they would long for
the rest of their lives.
Nice turn in this, Steve. A living simile.
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thanks Sarah
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‘Stunned past blushing’ – perfect!
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Thanks Ryan. Wish I knew how to summ
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