New Poem about Euclid in the Spring

Euclid in Late April

I walk down this humble street in Euclid,
“Sycamore Street,” not a sycamore in sight--
(Every tree cut down here in ‘51
Only to build a neighborhood of streets named after trees).

Dozens of crabapple trees
Planted by people long gone
Shade the sidewalk,
White, pink, and red blooms:

The wind blows a shower of petals down on me,

Perfectly gratuitous grace.

(Robert M. Coughlin
April 23, 2008)