First Cold Rain

Realistic-hand-leaf-tattoo

Warm weather flicker

sent me

where the rain met my skin,

mother kisses

her last daughter goodbye,

bittersweet wine

on my lips

so last night

a thrill spilling

memory.

Fingers flowing electric

out to dance

and remember

the center.

Today after lunch

a bouquet

arrived at my door.

 

 

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