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Every year – the same
sudden green:
plush from rain,
lawns fuzz
grasses swish pony-tails
high on bended stem
rose-petal skirts float over
floors of glossy leaf
foxgloves thimble
bees’ fury with pollen
iris rise heraldic
through cow-parsley.
Every year, my heart
thickened and spread.
From 14 No 11 (Feb 2011)