The Magnolia buds are plump and furry
like the Pussy Willows we would find in the marsh -
by the stream, off Beechview Lane.
fatter though, and they call you to
stay - because last Spring you didn't
and there was so much to say you know -
and before you knew what had happened
those blossoms, lush and violet, had littered the land
and you stood - finally still -
pretending that was the beautiful part
or beautiful enough -who wouldn't want
the purple carpet rolled out?
yet what you yearned for was the cool
plum canopy, ripe and full before you -
triumphant against the Spring haze - and far too glorious
for stillness
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