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Thursday, 17 November 2016

native frangipani - Poetry by Bill Hannan



come Spring our frangipani
cascades into golden blossom
reaching far above two storeys
bending to unseasonally strong winds
casting small branches to the ground

we begin to worry that
such beauty may be a threat
as beauty often can be
so we ask an aborist
to appraise the intent of our tree

all’s well declares the aborist
your frangpani means no harm
it is showing itself to the world
enjoy its muted perfume
divert yourself in its display


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