You and I planted this flower
And placed it on my balcony
So when you are not here
I find your image
On its paper petals.
I tilt the red pitcher
To water our bougainvillea.
It touches the flower’s long stem
And peeks under her skirt
She is standing on tiptoe
Peering out over the railing
Waiting for your return.
July 11, 2003