I.
magnolia
outstretch your leg
unbend
your head, curl
open your arm.
be a lantern by my bed,
embrace me
when I sleep.
II.
Old magnolia, you are dying
I love your sunset smell of oranges
but see the bruises on your arms.
Rest your hands on your pollen head
and let yourself go back to the moon you came from.
Your soul streaming upwards
leaves fragrance trails of oranges,
cool night air, and something tart, a strain,
like tears.
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