Bougainvillea
January 15, 2026 · Poem 4 of 112
I watched her hair catch fire
On the promontory.
My heart burns in the twin chestnut flames
Cascading off either side of her face.
Dual elevens shimmer
Across the purple-orange gemstones—
Bejeweled bougainvillea as the sun goes down
In the reflection of her eyes.
Let's take that drive up the mountainside,
A prelude to the ocean night.