It’s Not Spring, but It’s Gettin’ There
Here’s a poem from a warm spell during a February long ago. In addition to being in a couple of my books, this one was included in the anthology “Line Drives: 100 Contemporary Baseball Poems” edited by Brooke Horvath and Tim Wiles and published by Southern Illinois University Press.—PM
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Spring Fever
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Last Sunday in February.
Neighbors lean on warm cars.
Snow pulls away from the grass.
At the corner variety store
kids huddle out front,
hustle off, scattering
baseball card wrappers
colorful as April tulips.
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—Paul Marion (c) 1984, (c) 2006