adventures in dysthymia

Friday, April 20, 2007

A pair of poems on the occasion of my 57th birthday:

TITI

When the titi loses
its fragrance, it means
only that gardenias
will soon bloom.

Today resents not
tomorrow’s arrival
nor do the seasons
regret their change.

The titi tree may be
taller next year
but its flowers will be
just as fragrant.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

The titi (pronounced tie-tie) is a small tree fairly common here in the Florida Panhandle. Right now it is loaded with small fragrant white blossoms.

FLOATS

Root beer floats are de rigueur
at the folk festival,
although I prefer a Coke
over my ice cream, usually.

Oh, yes, it will hit that proverbial
spot, halfway between
the Seminole camp and the Suwannee.
That’s a long walk,

on a Memorial Day weekend,
a long hot walk toward Summer
and the music of fireflies
in the Florida twilight.

I’ve walked it more than once
or twice, a lover at my side;
the lovers have walked on
but not the remembering.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

This poem references the Florida Folk Festival. I've been there...what, six times? Yeah, I counted 'em on my fingers. Number Seven coming up soon!

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