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By Khimm Graham

We measure spring in chaste moon phases.

Sunlight traces May Day,

Mother’s blooms of blue hydrangea,

pink azalea, baskets blessed to celebrate

And resurrect a Savior’s grace

opens minds, river, and lake –

Unraveling our winter souls

from down cocoons – khaki and gray

Packed away in cedar chests,

nests of frozen grass and Irish stew.

Then ice boom lifts

our vernal eyes and dormant hearts

To festivals of hedonism –

voyeurism, artful dance, shorter pants

and painted toes delight

the womb of Erie nymphs

and water babies – Boom!

Poet and prose writer KHIMM GRAHAM lives in West Seneca. This poem was written for a past Buffalo “Boom Days” celebration marking the removal of the ice boom from the easternmost end of Lake Erie and the arrival of spring in Western New York.

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