Love the last stanza, Max {w/o the signs and digits, natch!}.
Judy
2008/9/9 Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>
> Snap: Springtime
>
>
> At last, spring – in the air,
> in my step. The park this quiet
> bright morning seems all new life,
> blossom-time, bird-nesting-time, but –
> 

> what's over there under that tree
> (standing alone on the wide slope

> commanding the whole lake,
> one of the tall bald-trunk gumtrees
)? – 


>
> why, flowers in profusion spread
> and propped around its base

> like flowers at the foot
> of a public monument, signifying what?
>
> Surely no-one's died there
> against 
the tree, not some
> drug misadventure,
> not in this safe quiet suburb!
>
> Well then, looking closer,
> letting my leashed dogs
> have a good sniff all round –
> no tags, no cards, nothing written.
>
> Just blue ribbon holding together
> one bunch, and – oh, dear – two lots
> of creamy flowers, their stalks

> inserted in styrofoam crosses.
>
> So, guessing: from the funeral,
> elsewhere, the grieving ones

> have brought to this open space

> these flowers. To the person
>
> now not returning here, this
> was a place to be and see,
> this tall eucalypt, this
> long wide green slope, this still lake.

>
>
> Ruffey Lake Park,
> Doncaster, Victoria
>
> Max Richards
> Wednesday 10 September 2008
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