Bougainvillea Blooms (Passing Afternoon)

There are things we can’t recall
Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in
Her fragile China dolls
But my hand remembers hers
Rolling ’round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still
Like songs I never learned
#dozinbos @lulzsalad


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