Oleanders have long been an inspiration to lovers and dreamers. We hope that you enjoy this premier offering of poetry which Kelly Peinado has graciously allowed us to share with you in our new Poetry Corner...

Freeway Haiku

Blast down blacktop tense and tired

Round shoulders of oleander

Ease my burden

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EIGHT LANES OF HURTLING STEEL

DIVIDED BY PINK BLOSSOMS

CALIFORNIA FREEWAY

Oleander Blessing

Gentle, constant

bobbing

At the corner of my eye

Blossomed benediction

for each passing car.

Oleander

If you leave in winter

I will choose white oleander

From the branches lush and heavy near the gate

In a rain of snowy blossoms, I will gather strong green branches

and weave a wreath to hang, or take away.

If in the spring you go alone

Regrets in black ink left upon white paper 

I'll cut the faintest pink star oleander,

the petals soft and glowing like small ears 

and let their tender stems bleed pale for me.

But if in summer deep you leave me

standing, calling, keening,

Only deep, red blossoms

Crimson oleander

Will do to stuff the vases, strew the bed,

Fill coffee cans, buckets, and the claw-footed tub

Till the white walls blush

And petals lie like bloodspots on the floor.

Common

Hurtling past at 75

Too busy even to blink

I see oleander wave serenely from the median

Cloud white, lip pink, stopsign red

Their rosettes glow like soft tail lights

Clustered on green poles.

Look at us, they say

We're common as dirt

Potted in macadam, choked in fumes

Miles from the nearest sprinkler,

We flourish!

Why, we could leap these low walls in one bound

And roll right down the blacktop, fragrant tumbleweeds.

I see them lift their strong arms high 

and hear the spinning tires sing out their names:

Marrakesh

Turner's Flirt

Mary Constance

Ruby Lace

Sister Agnes

Scarlet Beauty

Pleasant's Post Office Pink

Rose of Jericho, Galveston's Pride

How bad can this world really be

When beauty like yours grows for free

On every highway, parking lot and schoolyard in the state?

Common as sin

thick as thieves

your white points numbered as the stars?

Kelly Peinado, copyright 2000

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