Sweet girl
The first time I saw you was in the Botanical Jardin Monaco on the Mediterranean coast
your perky multicolored blossoms still trigger deja vu visions of a tropical garden in a park
for five years every time I turned a corner I hoped to catch a glimpse of the garden in that improbable memory
was it Majorca or Trieste or Genoa?
was it Sicily or Naples or Nice?
no... it was here in Monaco
it is not surprising now that you make me think of Princess Grace every time we meet
of girlish dreams and party dresses and cool evenings on a veranda
every blossom like a girl in a pastel gown swaying to soft music in a lush green paradise
a circle of young girls holding hands as they dance in the shadows of the garden
sweet girl you always surprise me
every time we meet
spill your secrets of candy, raindrops and ice
lantana
About the Creator
T L Cordovan
I can hardly wait for the day I state "I'm not too busy for this." I grew up in the largest city in a big state and I left. After a lifetime in the military, followed by another in civil service, I can state I am ready to try writing again.
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