by Steph French
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You wanted so much to do something unprecedented, something
The irises in a vast array of colors
that would break the cycle of ennui in our collective existence, you said, imagine
Tulips burst open soundlessly
the fanfare at dusk, almost enough to make us all weepy
The frothy white of a star magnolia
Voices crying, but hardly anyone in the streets
The green mist of budding leaves, a canopy
And you guess this was our big moment, the curtains rising
The redbud glows purple
And falling
Steph French is a resident of Kansas City. Her chapbook, DELUGE was published by Spartan Press in 2016 as part of the POP Poetry series featuring Kansas City poets.
Categories: Poetry