Jacaranda
it seems everything this year
challenges the Jacaranda
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In spring its hidden buds
endure a drought
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then whipping winds and rain
inflict a thrashing
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today in the foyer of summer
in regal glory it stands
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its clusters of purple
touch the deep blue sky
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passers-by halt as if they hear it speak 
a language they seek to decipher
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and there is a communal nod
for the earth’s generosity
Colleen Keating
