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On becoming...
SPRING’S
DEATH
Red buds
Burst
Above black bark
Soaked in
Green rains
Forsythias spark
In yellow
Flames
Lit upon vines
Blue birds
Nest
In evergreen pines
Pinks and purples
Tulips
Dapple
Then a blossom white
Withers…
And becomes an apple!