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Shooting through barely ice-free soil
scarlet banners wave,
or brilliant yellow.
Some gardeners
reject the primary
and let themselves be seduced
by frilled petals.
No shouts of spare, glad red
for the romantics
who want their tulips girly:
apricot and peach
with centers of cream,
ruffled leaves,
petals open wide to all pollinators.
How lucky are the walkers on this street.
They see gardens exuberant with spring
and nowhere
do I see a herd of hungry squirrels
out to eat the tulip heads.
Or not even to eat:
squirrels on my street
nip off the heads and,
surfeited from spring's bounty,
leave the nipped-off tulips on the ground,
a splash of color on black earth
that would have been,
without the wicked squirrels,
upright among their sisters
flying their raucous flags
of spring.
How fortunate, this squirrel-free street.
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