Druscilla(II)

Your stern hands
(pooling in black memories)
yet
tender in a garden,
of crotons…
and iguanas,
and hummingbirds
(…though plagued upon, my boyish “depravity”…),
but hidden now
in every flower. I remember you.

Published by Tonyyy

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