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a certain Bauhinia,<\/p>\n
common to coastal California,<\/p>\n
but I call you moody.<\/p>\n
You own my front yard,<\/p>\n
dominate passages and pathways,<\/p>\n
burgeoning weight of verdure or<\/p>\n
leafy reaches for spider’s webby catch to<\/p>\n
neighboring anchors–rose bush branch or<\/p>\n
parked car side mirrors.<\/p>\n
How you please my wispy-boned mother braked still,<\/p>\n
the dog leashed to the wheel chair,<\/p>\n
under a relenting shade,<\/p>\n
cooling an afternoon zephyr.<\/p>\n
In spring or autumn, sometimes winter too,<\/p>\n
you boom-blossom burbling orchids,<\/p>\n
delicate pink and purple hazy bells<\/p>\n
that sometimes ring in summer too.<\/p>\n
That’s when your leaves burst butterfly hearts<\/p>\n
of hunter green fringed in lemon-lime edges, a<\/p>\n
hovering, healthy, verdant vibrancy.<\/p>\n
But on any given week without reason,<\/p>\n
your leaves brown at the edges,<\/p>\n
then all the way through,<\/p>\n
baring skeletal bramble<\/p>\n
like bones of the cancerous,<\/p>\n
exposed,<\/p>\n
radiated,<\/p>\n
burnt<\/p>\n
for the winter–or summer complaint,<\/p>\n
marring the yard, baring the hidden wreckage behind you.<\/p>\n
That’s when the pods hang dry in rusts and reds, seeds<\/p>\n
to bake or burst, sturdy uterine drip packets,<\/p>\n
like dry, pea pod icicle tears crying,<\/p>\n
yet unyielding to the grip.<\/p>\n
And the next week,<\/p>\n
they’re gone,<\/p>\n
replaced by the brilliant buds like<\/p>\n
poking penis plants peek through tightly tubed petals,<\/p>\n
orchid splendor,<\/p>\n
the softer side on a misty Monday.<\/p>\n
Until Tuesday.<\/p>\n
When the mood strikes.<\/p>\n
Which outfit to wear for today?<\/p>\n
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