12 July 2014


green--those shoots that
tore through the blackloam--
bursting into red, yellow, the
colors of foreign flags--all on
your staid suburban lawn,
beyond the river, green,
growing up
into blades that cut through
the spring air like a knife
through butter,
borne out of bulbs planted deep,
with a whisper of hope
before the snows came

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