Long Ago
I remember when we sat
Under the poinciana tree
Its blooms were like fire
When the breeze blew by
The petals showered us
We picked them up
And pressed them between the pages
Of our text books and when they dried
We molded them into different shapes
Like butterflies or dancing girls
To adorn festive cards
To give to friends as gifts
Those days so far away
You have long been gone
I have not seen those poincianas
For decades
I wonder if they are still there
In our school campus
Where together
We wove so many dreams
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