Tagged: flower

mama’s hydrangeas,

when one allium

when one allium
head bumps into another
allium head, what

mysteries do they exchange
in that quiver of purple haze
.
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art is life is art –

art is life is art –
mom’s gladiolus in the
dining room, drying

and curling, subjected to a
child’s science experiment
.
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at the greenmarket,

at the greenmarket,
a bouquet of crimson clover
in exchange for a

pretty penny. at home, a
field of red clover laughing
.
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the robin who made

the robin who made
her nest in dad’s hibiscus
syriacus caught

a whiff of clean laundry airing
on mama’s clothesline, moved north
.
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april sews enough

the promise of spring

stretched and unfurled in

block after block, new

tulips are often

tulips are often
traps for the curious eye –
fringed, twisted, single

or double – every once in
awhile, mistaken for strangers
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