Electioneering

The signs sprang
From the greening ground
Bearing bright coats
To herald the Spring
That had not yet turned
From the wintery mound
Subdued by the driving rain
They the only color
In the winter-worn city
Shouting silently
In their brief time
Before, like the coming flowers,
They blow away in the storm

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