Catch one, make a wish

vivianimbriotis | Dec. 31, 2025, 9:33 a.m.

You told me I was your life's work

I told you to stay, at least a day

But you were already turning into jacaranda blossom

First your left arm, then your right too

Staining my clothes purple

I try to hold onto you

Wrap my arms about your form

But the more I try

The more of you turns into flowers

Blanketing the streets

Blowing away in the breeze

To other places, stranger than these