A broken tulip

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“We’re going to be ok”
“Neighbours help neighbours”
“Keep smiling!”
“Book recommendations?”

a scribbled poetry
of scrambled lines:
the neighbourhood alive
dusty in sidewalk chalk.

Our walking trail is turned
into a river of messages now
words draped around dragons
and snowmen, cats and hearts.

Appearing every hour
you circle back to find a new one
I thought I would write it all
down, a neighbourhood poem.

The rain fell first
turning the path to mud
I came a few minutes
after the rain, found it gone, found

one new chalked message,
“choose happy!” In a changing world
you can only pocket one day’s worth
of worry, grief, fear

one day’s worth of sunshine,
human connection, one glimpse of Spring
that is all the time for gathering
you are given.
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Another scribble featuring my neighbourhood…aren’t we all learning to see our neighbourhoods with new eyes these days?