Meet Me at the Jasmine Tree

By Daisy Dai

Meet me at the jasmine tree,
right underneath where the marigolds breathe.
We’ll have a laugh while sipping jasmine tea,
on a soft knitted blanket big enough for three.
But it’ll be just us, sipping tea.
We’ll laugh and breathe
that floral jasmine air, admiring
the yellow-orange hue of those funny marigolds.
We’ll sit until our tea grows cold,
and the skies start matching
the yellow-orange hue of those funny marigolds.
I’ll brush the hair falling so neatly
across your eyes, and kiss you gently
as the stars begin to rise, whispering:

Thank you for meeting me at the jasmine tree,
right underneath where the marigolds breathe.

PC: Olga Subach