Black wrought-iron gates
In front of aging brownstones
Keep blooms behind bars.
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| Brave tulips, upright, Marching in place to a war They can never win. |
Faded mauve tulips, With their back-curling petals, Open yellow hearts. |
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 Blue and White |
 Squirrel Nest |
 Blue and White |
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 Magneta redbud, Fluffy pink crqab apple skirts, Dance in the spring breeze. |
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| Spring sun and blossoms. Rapidly thumbing his phone He blindly passes. |
The cracked, dying tree, Its throat choked by ivy vines, Still tries to sprout leaves. |
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 Spring Lace In the soft spring wind |
 Cedar on Roof |
 Water Towers in Spring |
 (Local German-language Church) |
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 “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life” (“Ich bin der Weg, Die Wahrheit, und das Leben”) |
 CitiBikes |
 Little Giant ladder on Smart Car |
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Gold forsythia, Frothy waves of plum blossom, Against pale blue sky. |
