I saw some crocuses blooming yesterday, and they reminded me of a poem I wrote many years ago. I'm not sure exactly when I wrote this--I'm guessing 15 years ago. I can say for sure that this poem appeared in Bellowing Ark, a local literary magazine (which the Bellowing Ark website tells me is now defunct). Well then, here's a poem I wrote in the spring when I was in my 20s.
On an Errand
I found the cupboard far from bare
but lacking important ingredients
for banana muffins: wheat flour
and baking powder. So I drove
to the grocery store, pausing twice
at four-way stops and once more
to look (no cars were behind me)
at the tidy row of crocuses,
purple and white, beside the cemetery.
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