Ars Poetica: Feast Upon the Magnolia


Magnolia flowers are best consumed
In the lazy summertime,
When this mom dangles these white
Cacophonies of allergies.
I have tasted this sweet, sweet flora
Only in my dreams.

A magnolia is the poet tree–
The songwriters have the willow,
The storytellers, the oak–
With her grand gestures, calloused
Green fingertips await the wind.

Do not cut down this mother,
Her tears weeping for the worker bees,
Stinging at her trunk;
We’re home honey, we’re home
And yes let’s plant a garden

Of tweets and lies and press this last pure
Flower in your daughter’s Bible.
Shall we feast?
Sweet dreams.


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