I wrote this last July, when S was sending me pics of this beautiful tree that grew in his yard. He wouldn’t invite me to come see it, even though I begged. I found out why a few months later. Still….a beautiful tree.
The Mimosa flower
like a light-hearted starburst
on a clear starry night
A thousand tendrils of purple and white
reaching for the sun.
I want to dance with a Mimosa in my hair.
To sleep with tender bud in my hand.
To make love with the blossom between my breasts.
And dream of the man who grows
the Mimosa outside his door.
How could you be anything but happy
If you’re lucky enough to see one?
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