Magnolia
You can stand under her tree.
Imagining time.
Being there.
For two weeks,
from bud,
to blossom,
to blessing,
to fall.
And because you are there,
don’t try too hard,
just listen to where you are now,
(especially to the bird songs
and the wind that hushes
in this afternoon
of lightness
and abandoned belonging), and then,
for a brief chain
of moments,
feel yourself beneath the Magnolia,
and for a while, given,
but not taken away,
a short while,
so that you can wonder,
through the petals,
at the passing blue
of skies…
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