Driving To Your House

by abracadabra   Aug 25, 2011

It's late August already, and the magnolias
bloom pink and white against the weatherboard houses.
No leaves yet, just brown branches
exuberant with the coming Spring, inviting dwellers
outside to their porches
to sit a while and see the sun
drape its old, warm beams
over everything.

So this morning, it's the masses of magnolia that charms me,
as well as the moment when I turn into your street,
nearly running over a young man crossing it without a care,
wearing an old flannel shirt, his eyes lifted to the sky
while thinking of the girl he loves, probably.


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  • 7 years ago

    by nourayasmine


  • 7 years ago

    by Rania Moallem

    At least like the flowing river was a good luck hahahah CONGRATS :)

  • 7 years ago

    by Dark Secrets

    I like this, it's dreamy and hazy and reading it feels like sitting in a park on a windy day. You've worded it nicely and it has great flow... well written!

  • 7 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit


    masses of magnolia also charm me..
    anytimeI have the great good fortune
    to encounter them..

    As we here gently enter Autumn, I say:
    big beauteous blessings on you
    and your impending Spring...;-)

  • 7 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Did you almost do a hit and run on my boyfriend?

    But really. It feels like you are closer than a hemisphere and a few continents away. It's more like you live in a tree house in my backyard, spying and devising ways to write poems that make my heart twist.

    (This is a weird and convoluted way of saying that I like this poem, [of course I do].)