branches were bare,
now studded with pink redbuds—
spring’s arrival.
Spring comes early in my place. Redbuds are blooming in my place.
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Seema Patel
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I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
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Redbuds are a very beautiful flowering tree. Bees love them too