She brought each of us a bloom
from her passion flower vine-
the band played on.
We kneeled,
hands cupped,
upon the planks of the dock,
set our passion flowers adrift
one here
one there
and there
upon the river’s current,
sparkling
open blooms
on blue waters.
The contagion of love:
its many shapes
ignite our journeys,
our thirst to learn, to stay alive.
The secret passions
harbor danger;
we let our passions float,
bright candle-lanterns
on clear water.