Proverbial Awakening

The order of morning was the spring of the earth, papery with fragrance.

There were paper blossoms
on the spring trees
that lined the boulevard;
a woman pushed a baby in her tram.
An older woman turned her head,
but the moment of criticism had passed,
for babies in trams had been ordained 
by Queen Victoria, written meekly.

A pair of sweethearts strolled
hand in hand along the inner harbour
where a horse-drawn carriage passed,
his smile was a grin and her eyes were bright—
the color of sea water
when imbued by light at the horizon.
They were in the city of honeymoons, 
flowers, and beeshumming, entwining sweetly.

Emily Isaacson

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