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Article: The Spring Ephemerals.(Poem)
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- Poetry
- Article date:
- December 1, 2004
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THE SPRING EPHEMERALS
Here she comes with her face to be kissed. Here she comes
lugging two plastic sacks looped over her arms and stuffed
with fresh shoots. It's barely dawn. She's been out
for an hour already, digging up what she can save
before developers raze the day's lot sites and set
woodpiles ablaze. That's their plan for the ninety-plus acres.
She squats in the sun to show me wild phlox
in pink-running-to-blue, rue anemone, masses
of colt's foot, wild ginger, blood root and may-apples,
bracken and fiddlehead fern--ferns being not
spring ephemerals, per se, but imperiled by road-graders
come to shave the shaded ...