APRIL <br>
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Wisteria clusters bleed from vines                <br>
still twining around still-bare branches          <br>
tumbled among the red clay mounds                 <br>
a backhoe dug up to unclog the culvert.           <br>
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Azalea petals fade and blotch                     <br>
like a child's favorite red flannel pajamas.      <br>
Gust and downpour did them no harm                <br>
but now they shred on schedule, dissolve in time.  <br>

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<a href="books.html">Bruce Tindall</a>
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Published in <cite> 
New Delta Review</cite>