This late-July second blooming of shy
magnolia under busy-sound sky
dawning calls: downy woodpecker, blue jay’s
alarm, eastern towhee. Cardinal weighs
in. Carolina wren bursts into praise.
White-breasted nuthatch cackle-laughs as rays
splash golden and the sun breaks free. Splendor
illuminates delicate blooms tender
as raw sorrow hidden in green’s revealed
by quiet time. Here’s what has been concealed.
The prick of pain in red clover mite’s dash
across my skin a warning that I smash
in quick reflex, obliging an instinct.
(It’s said they don’t bite. This one did.) I think
while so-called experts preach, indoctrinate
my swim into now’s current educates.
Featured image: This morning I pulled the leaves back to photograph the magnolia’s secret second blooming.