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Wendy Sullivan




It was the wednesday after Easter when
The trees came down
		   Bulldozed in their prime
		   Blossom time

I'd gazed at them as my mother had
Before me - a screen to contemplation
backcloth to my drawing

Small patch of natural waywardness
Birdlarder, squirrel climbing frame;
The season's calender observed.

It was the Wednesday after Easter when
The trees came down
		   The sky went dark
		   A frown rained down
		   On soggy bread as
		   A blackbird fed...

No spingtime this
But winter concrete and its urban crew


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