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Saturday, April 2, 2011

A feral tulip

The house sits empty and for rent. The front yard, made microscopic when the street was widened, grows unfettered. Unkept. A delicate blend of indigenous broadleaves and grasses.

Except for this one tulip. Probably leftover from a time when children played in a larger yard while a mom worked on the family dinner, keeping an eye out through the window by the camellia.

Tulips generally do not prosper in our climate. After a very few years, we might see a blade or two of green. Rarely a flower.

Something is different about this tulip, standing alone in harm's way between a decaying house, no longer a home, and an encroaching right of way. I know that peril well.

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