Life is too short for magnolia
Let’s splash the old walls with new paint
Mix me purples and blues
Like a two day-old bruise
And gold like the robes of a saint
Where does it come from, magnolia?
Not from the wild places I’ve been;
Brown eggs in a nest
Bright robin red breast
And oceans of deepest sea-green
What is the point of magnolia
When rain is by rainbows replaced?
It’s the space left behind
When colours go blind
It’s like life being leached from a face