Spring Bulbs
by Ashley Fisher


It is almost as though
no-one told the
crocuses, daffodils, tulips
that last winter
the bulldozers came
and took the street.

They levelled the
houses and erased
the garden fences,
leaving a strip of
green amidst
the rubble and brick.

Now there are
random patches
of old flower beds:
whites and yellows
lighting the debris
in time for Easter.






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