Spring Comes to Tonawanda Street
by Sandra Kohler

Here on Tonawanda Street, the drunk mechanic’s wife is launching rafts of pansies. In other yards, tulips’ scarlet and gold, azalea’s coral bursts, columbine, creamy white rhododendron, creeping phlox, scent of dogwood, drifts of lilac. Gingkos leafing out: pale green fans, butterflies. Beneath them, my dog, ball in his mouth, rolls in the new grass. … Continue reading Spring Comes to Tonawanda Street
by Sandra Kohler