Honoring Heritage

by Mathew Paust

I'm just now seeing through the glass in my front door

the crepe myrtle across the street is full abloom

how long it's been so

how many days beaming its rich salmon color in the sun

escapes my memory

If I noticed it yesterday I didn't pause to see

but now the color invades my sensibility

I say salmon, although it could be coral

salmon sits gentler on my palate

promising sublime over distant thrill

The street is busy between the tree and me

at first I think the two unmoving cars have broken down

women have gotten out and are standing nearby

now I see them walk toward a house

some kind of historic club, I think, Daughters of the...Pleistocene?