Slowly, slowly into spring

C Hoggard, photo

Pat Laster, poems

 

ATTEMPT

Trying,

trying--failing

to figure out how to

get a new pic onto my new

blog post.

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FROM THE SOUTH LAWN

I pick

the entire crop

of white daffodils. How

the bulbs wound up in the far yard

puzzles.

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WHICH? WHICH?

As if

ambivalent,

the bumblebee flits first

to pink lorapetalum, then

pansy.

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I CAN RELATE

Every

spring, the stobby,

butchered remains of her

japonica always came back

and bloomed.

[idea from Bob Lancaster,

Arkansas Times, 2004]

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RUSH HOUR

Three geese--

like their human

counterparts--on their way

early--wherever it is they're

headed.

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