to a garden chilled by rain.
She remembers
the last morning by the sea
on a photo. She was sitting
crosslegged, red blanket on sand
surrounded by blue
sails in the background.
The last time her lover
mouthed her name.
This morning, the dragon
wing begonia flowers
brim with seeds.
She fingers them
with eyes.
photo by and poem for ricci
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