closes tulips on contact
colors exude--fade
now i know why ts eliot said
that april be the cruelest month-
the pain of waiting pierces chests
the same heart that steps outside
of itself--never does rest, closes
to the tightest bud when tested
can we not return to the garden
unguarded, and breathe the spring
air of our childhood's song
it may not be very long
before the melody alters
faith comes in on bird's wings
singing salty tears
removing cloaking fears
climbing trees, warm bark
Kate Lamberg
internet tulips~
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