Magnolia petals on a tank… fall lightly…
As they fall… on everything, being
The pink delirious things they are.
Philosophers in their overcoats construe
More meaning than meaning thinks its due,
Being the grey barristers of the real
They be. But you, sweating in your spring attire,
Visit devastation on the sweet magnolia tree,
Declawing its blossoms… and trimming the wings
Of birds as they return to their warm abode.
For you the poet unfolds his ode.
For you the tank stutters in its tracks.
For you the petals in my stark heart
Fall in flattering loveliness… for a start.