Half-day Drives and Valentines

Into your pockets
I stuff
loose magnolia petals
soft as old
dollar bills—
they bruise
easily. Miles above
the everyday
our glass car
trails hedione, molecules
too small to see,
that delicate earth scent
of love
and early spring.

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