You started using the word loggia for veranda,
fresco for mural, villa for house
but you were in an island
with mangoes, breadfruit and coral reef.
You walked on the beach
where perfect waves touched your feet,
you were thinking “where the violets came from”
beauty and abundance couldn’t sway your mind.
You concealed your tears.
note: referring to Parma violets quoted by Shirley Hazzard in The Transit of Venus