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Sun Tea
by Michael Escoubas

days are
long under
widening blue
spotted with cotton‐
mother pulls down her big
clear fruit jar sitting shelf high,
pumps in fresh falls of well water,
throws in six tea bags, bows to the sun
till nectar tumbles down mountains of ice.

First Honorable Mention Illinois State Poetry Contest 2015.  

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