snow cherries from france travel

during a sweet november

while learning spanish in mexico

and taking showers to save the world

fragments of my imagination have learned controlled thought

dance dance with flowers in your hair and my heart in your teeth

while whispering loving promises too sweet

that it makes the trees bleed with uncertainty

and i am just a forgotten leaf

on the third branch to the left.

Watercolour, Charcoal, Ink, Marker, & Bougainvillea Petals

on Paper

16X22½in.