Magnolias

I wonder at the whole
design of ruin… ~ D. Bonta

When you walk beneath their shadow
it is their breathing that first

alerts you— that musk, low
on the wind, meaning the buds

have ripened. That’s how it is
oftentimes in the world—

Just above your reach, all
the beautiful milky flowers

have opened their throats to sing.
And you, uncertain again

on the path of your calling,
of what brought you here.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Decline and fall.

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