One of the things
I've dreamed about, candidate
for my bucket list -

a man offering me
flowers for my hair -
perhaps with a kiss?

Last night my dreams
came true. A young man
gave me a spray of flowers,

fragrant frangipani, white
waxy petals, moon-yellow
centre, golden stamens.

'For your hair', he said.
Instead of a kiss, (I'm
past my sell-by date)

he took a hand-held selfie.