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Monday, July 17, 2017

In my book, "To See Who's There." It will be out in the world any minute

Martin Johnson Heade, Magnolias on Gold Cloth, 1880-90

ARROGANT MAGNOLIA,
the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss.
As far as she’s concerned … well, she’s not, is she?
Her splendor cows me.
On this Tuesday morning I feel aged, dry, critical, although
I’ve used my potions.
Lousy sleep. Awake at 4 a.m., 5, 5:30. Sweaty.
And I feel short.
Arrogant” comes to us via Old French from Latin— 'claiming for oneself',
from the verb arrogare.
Soon the fraying, browning, finishing. Disarray happens.
An old record plays. Mother and nuns scolding:
No one likes a complainer.”
Wipe that look off.”
Jesus suffered.”
My sweet dog’s done her business and here is the poor bloom (soon to die) again.
The magnolia deflects my murky sensibility. Flowers, leaves, trunks, weeds, grass—
all of it—brushes me off. Of course.
Home and somewhat smoothed, despite the visit from my scolds,
despite the niggling moans from death.