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May Queen Retires

Ruth Bell

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)