Pink Confetti
from the eastern redbud
litters the parking lot
where I walk a tightrope
of concrete wheel stops
like the boy I was long ago
confident as a balanced egg
that the tilt of the earth
won’t pull me askew
this first day of spring
Happy March Equinox, the first day of spring for my fellow northern hemispherers and the first day of autumn for my readers south of the equator.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Lovely!
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Thanks! I wrote it while taking a walk to grab lunch.
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Sweet and nostalgic.
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Thanks! I’m getting more nostalgic as I age.
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Delicate and beautiful! Happy Spring!
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Thank you. Happy Autumn!
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