Forsythia blooms
plucked from the bush
a sudden jolt
back to when I was six
walking to kindergarten
petals curl on my tongue
a taste of yellow
like the first time
forty years ago
4/27/06 7:15pm
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Thursday, April 27, 2006
A Taste of Yellow
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