magnolias
passing head turning
walled bits of their worlds
holding trees far too big
for their roots
one day maybe three
they show off their lives
the angst of their fallings
their blushed shades of
their being in these city yards
behind walled gardens
gate-eye flashes of
there they are
for in our ways
we are just passing acquaintances
on a morning to work
or the back dusk of being
just there and falling too soon
into a sweeping
into a corner of credence
ah but yes we saw them ~ briefly
then we were passed tense
next year and last year
bundled and budded in falling
they are we in fast forward
tears the petals
of a brief staring
