This isn't the tree from my poem, but I didn't think to take a picture of it in the streetlamp tonight, but this is the right species and color.
Ode to a Parking Lot Redbud
Oh, the redbud tree
I walk by you daily
Rushing from my car
Into school and barely
Seeing the changes
Until you unfurl your
buds
Fusha bright bursts
Like pink popcorn
Drenched in candy's bright
coating
That says, “Look at
me!”
I want to stare into
Your color and laugh
The streetlamp above
Sets your hair to be
Like warm slow fire
With highlights
dancing
Lifted by wind and
misty rain
Your visual shivers of
mirth
As the cold spring
rain
Drenches your blooms
And you shake your
head
Defiant in the spotlight
Performing your tender
dance
Throughout the night
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