Each year

Listen here

 

Magnolia blooms

its skirts unfurl

 

on city streets

 

the vivid hue

unzips tight skeins

 

of time

 

& there I am in

spring serene

 

I run with you.

 

It’s days like this

that make death

 

disappear

 

& from a window

lost in time

 

I watch you bend

to turn the earth

 

to snip the rose

all white & gold

 

that will be mine.

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