Another poem appears to have written itself. The Tulips The tulips have come up again Carefully sprinkled throughout the yards along the street in clumps of frilly pink. Rows of gentle yellows and creamy whites line the walkways. The vacant lot turned park by a gentleman bachelor is fronted by a vibrant cacophony. Its variety is antagonistic to the guileless lawn it embellishes. With a disparate nature that reflects the push and pull of hungry hearts, Unanswered questions, and an eternal yearning for spring, They stand for a moment. A brief diverting beauty even as their edges curl.