Plumeria


Perfume and crooning doves
start a clear day.

I wander rough trail,
circumvent golf course
above fern fringed cliffs,
hike to sparkling beach.

Tiny violet orchids
spill from moist clefts
in immense, knotted trees.
Waxy plumeria blooms,
tropical winter’s inside joke,
festoon denuded limbs.

I inhale erotic, exotic essence,
nearly swoon
from pleasurable scent.

By Jennifer Lagier

white plumeria flower


The author, Jennifer LagierJennifer Lagier has published ten books and in literary magazines. She taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, helps coordinate monthly Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium Second Sunday readings. Forthcoming books: Harbingers (Blue Light Press), Scene of the Crime (Evening Street Press), Camille Abroad (FutureCycle). Click here to visit her website. Photo by the author.

Photo by the author

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