Flowers to the Sea

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You gave me three wildflowers.
Told me to throw them
In the folding water
As I left on the boat.
We wandered upon headlands
Just yesterday;
Sumptuous sun illuminated gorse
And blackthorn frothed like sea;
Darkening, the island horizon widened,
Sails slapped the wind.
You climbed the edge, bold—
Me lingering behind your bravery.
My hand hangs over the boat’s rail
Bluebells and red campion
The three of them trembling above
The fathomless grey;
But my hand cannot let them go.
So I will keep them
Pressed between the pages
of my travel guide.