Mr Magnolia


Last year he was almost there -
recovering from a
very traumatic
dismemberment.

But today
as mum was pulling
in the washing
she called out to me -
and we stood under his
frail branches
and watched
his blooms dance
in the wild wind.

Mr Magnolia was dancing -
dancing with all his might,
dancing without fear of being blown over,
dancing boldly
dancing beautifully
for us -
for the sky
and our rickety fence,

dancing because he can,
dancing

because all things grow