Remembering Lorraine

                   in this moment 
               between me
                     and Lorraine’s 
               pink camellia
                   Spring is perfect
             its face made up
               debutante fine

    coming out
         for the bee season
                  hear the buzz
         in wattle’s chandeliers

         I buzz too  
on steroid’s limb
   dandled like a madman’s puppet
                 me in autumn’s
            crazed falling:
                      lost foliage
                   and wanting sleep

              the camellia and I
                         skin to skin
                     remembering Lorraine
             beneath a milksop sky   

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