The bougainvillea
taps its fingers
against the whiteness
of the house
waiting for the humans
to come out
notice it.
Notice how beautiful
it is.
When we do
enter its world
a slight wind
snatches at your golden hair
and ensnares
it with a twist of flower
your laughter
entangled with it.
The bougainvillea
outraged
that I notice
only you.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outraged-bougainvillea/
