In a large bowl, I arrange the dried leaves
And brittle pine cones inked by blazing sun
Here is the bark of the tree, stamped with ash
A red flower stolen, plucked for lady's hair
And bay leaf, sprinkled of coriander seeds
Here's a purpled husk, bereft of buzzing insects
A white flower fluffy with vanilla flax
And curl of tamarind pod, stiff with long ago rain
I hold skin of yesterday's summer days
thin parchment, furling under blue-grey sky
.... and the fragrance of you
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