The tulips are almost gone, their naked stems suffering the indignity of losing all their petals.
Here’s one that welcomed me on my walk to work for a few weeks. It was on U St NW, near 5th St, and I love how it just sort of peeked out between the bars of the fence.
I painted a few etegami of it… wishing I could capture the red RED of the petals
This first one features a line, “as unexpected as a tulip,” from a Ted Kooser poem, The second one, above, features a line from the Alice Ostriker poem, “The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog.” The line reads: “To be blessed / said the dark red tulip / is to knock their eyes out / with the slug of lust/ implied by / your up-ended skirt.” The rest of the poem is a knock-out too.