The Competition
They were snowy white with streaks of hot flesh
From Holland, of course, hybrids with a fancy name
We other tulips felt plain and boring next to them
Where were they being planted? I stretched to see.
Sighing in relief when I saw they were in the next bed.
It was bad enough I had to share with the morning glories.
And the tiger lilies and the bleeding hearts.
I did not need any more serious competition
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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