POETRY

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