Under the Magnolia Tree
no ink.
no ink will dry tonight
no black wet words will bite
the yellow tobacco parchment.
no ink.
no ink can dry tonight
the moon is full and bright
we meet beneath magnolia
and pick petals thin and white.
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I love this! I can picture that walk through Pasadena perfectly.