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Ode To The Only Narra Tree I Know

The Narra tree outside our house blossomed with the color of summer. Tiny dried petals crowded the corners of the gutter.

Ode To The Only Narra Tree I know is a poem written by Gen Lobitaña and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Intrusive Thoughts for the month of May

The Narra tree outside our house blossomed with the color of summer.

Tiny dried petals crowded the corners of the gutter.

Those slow falls somehow reminds me of my grandmother

in an afternoon of ’15, picking up green Papaya’s in our frontyard.

While my hands played with dirty street chards.

Tossing Narra flowers like confetti.

Watching it explode slowly like snow in American movies.

How I love the gentleness of the wind  as my tiny suns hang in the air for a while.

And it’s mesmerizing how something benign and beautiful exists at the same time over this chaotic town.

A magical scene where every little girl could drown.

Together with the unspoken tales buried in the ground,

near the spot of the Narra tree outside our house.

I still remember my grandpa’s violet fences –

Protecting the Moringa trees and banana herbs.

Truly, a garden is a man-made Earth.

And infront all of it is the where I danced as a child making light of our quiet

neighborhood as it rains Narra flowers all over my imaginary world.

to the earth we return

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Gen Lobitaña

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