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NIYI OSUNDARE
Magnolia

  NG
   

S unsized 2215o proudly green, your leaves,

in this nude and gray season

 

So raw the raspy symphony

of the winds

 

which pranced over the Prairies,

galloped down the mountains

 

Stole their way down to the Gulf

with chilly tributes from the Tundra king

 

Your glossy glory, your copious shade

even while the maple drifts skywards,

 

Its branches bare, forlornly silent.

Here, still, a roost for the squirrel

 

For the soft-beaked pelican, for the trumpet-

coated cicada waiting for its summer concert

 

When, like white loaves, your flowers

are feast for the eye, for the sun

 

Magnolia so magnificent

Your jazz juice, your raspy sap

 

Your song so South,

how so light you look now

 

With no strange fruit

or dangling burdens

 


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  Dublin Poetry Review: Éigse Átha Cliath

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