The splash of tires
On rain slick roads
Through tunnels
Of light green
And wet black
Invited
Enticed
Enthralled
By water laden high grass
Crimson clover
Salvia and buttercup
Along the populist parade route
To this emerald city
Bewitched
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Spring is fully here when our poet laureate returns to her post on the Bargnews front page. Who else would have noticed — although we experience it each year – the unlikely primaveral synergy between auto tires and buttercups?