we left things there to wander-

your favorite straw hat with the hyacinth blue ribbon,

that i wore for the bloom of your smile;

the wrap of purple and pink silks

dancing so close as they spun

into a magenta dip and golden sway;

my large straw basket

nestled close to the flowers

that i gathered before you came this morning,

nodding heads of blue and white,

sharing a beauty they eke out,

petal by petal-

no wonder it led us there-

down the path we longed to stroll,

this floral explosion as if heaven's gate,

scents to soothe and comfort our uncivilized sides-

green leafy rooftops enclose us,

our love to be made long and deep

to the magic of a birdsong,

your boat swaying by the river's edge,

waiting to carry our tired bodies home-

but blue ribbons twine souls when alone