Splattered single
coral Erythrina tears
bleeding orange memories
on my verandah
in high wind’s fury.
I see you
and revere you
and mourn your passing.
Namaste,
my precious flowers,
you will live on
in me
and in the nectar trumpets
the wind didn’t shake
from your parent tree
for we are all
one.
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