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Beside the highway,
magnolias bloom.
Mile after mile of pink
and white cups catching light,
and beneath each tree
a trail of fallen
pink and white petals,
as if the world
is preparing a wedding aisle
for anyone who shows up
this April day in Ohio.
At an intersection,
the young man
in the old blue Ford
twists his face and
scowls at our car.
There has been
no infraction, but
he throws up his hand
in what, disgust?
before his friend,
the driver, peels off.
Though he’s made it
into this poem,
it’s more from curiosity
than injury.
It is easy to not
take to heart his curled lip, his sneer.
But these petals,
these miles and miles
of trees alight
I take them very personally.

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