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




& 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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