Fortunate Magnolia
Why did they plant the magnolia
in the tight corner between the house
and the garage? There is no room for a tree.
Each spring, she blooms valiantly;
each summer, she stretches her branches
with the large leathery leaves
over the roof;
you cut them. Last year,
I cried. The blossoms
unfold in front of my window.
Today, the more fortunate magnolias
all over town already in full bloom,
she holds out a few pink buds like fingers,
and the mutilated trunk sprouts shoots,
and there is almost hope
that something new may, once again,
grow.
From my new collection "The Eden of Perhaps", Spartan Press 2020
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2020
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