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.