I saw a white Magnolia
floating in the surf
just above the waves
a flower from Mississippi
dancing in the gulf waters
against the Florida shores
simple beauty trapped in a swirl of blue sea
back and forth with the surge of the tide
I wade out into the water to catch it
but the flower seems to elude me
as my feet sink into the sandbar
it drifts just out of reach
The faster I walk the further it slides
into the depths The sun starts to set
and my vision becomes obscured
by the orange glow
and I wonder if I will ever hold
the Magnolia in my hands