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Pagoda
(Christopher Wilson)
Pagoda
(C. Wilson)
up the hill from Portugal
not the country
the street
propped amongst these pathways
a lone magnolia leans
arms wide open
littering the ground
the petals
once blossoms
assemble in a mound
so long in your abandon
so long your roots must reach
the plea for restoration
commencing at your feet
it wasn't wasted motion
you are strikingly alive
there is no misplacement
transcend the times
light upon a beacon
you were always reaching
the nighttime
the lifetimes
they waltzed on by
to the pulse of pagoda
the beat of pagoda
the feeling
I know you
and I feel alright
the places you go back to
the swelling of a creek
you could dive right into
what never seemed that deep
it wasn't wasted motion
it wasn't wasted time
just like this pagoda
I see you all the time
a lone magnolia
like the one in your backyard
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