Magnolias - White Hinterland

There are some days

Alive in me

More alive than me

In those days

Bleeding into the lake

Is a blood-red paper corsage

Once you said that you hated all flowers

But for magnolias

You never cared

For the finer things, for linen or fancy cars

And the sweet summer hymn of violins

Played in your ear like nails on a chalkboard

I never could understand your words

Though we shared our fair share of blood

When you said you looked forward to death

Who were you putting on?

O Heaven

I’ve dreamed you

For such a long time

Heaven is a lake

Inside a crystal bowl

With tea lights and magnolias

Floating on the water

Forever and ever:

As far as the eye can wander