And Again the Magnolia

In the year of the horse

my experience of your

silence grows

more ornate.

It fills a silo with broken

satellite dishes,

a hung-up feeling.

The magnolia posted

up outside my door

is going bottoms up-

it flies in the face of your

absence, flaunts it.

Tonight the wind is my pep

rally, knocking the highest

blooms from their high

horses, overturning the lawn

chairs, push brooming a can

down the street. And again

the stupid magnolia goes

stupidly showboating

into the stupid night.