This is such a wonderfully active image. For me, it conjures up the notion of young children encumbered with all their favorite floaties excitedly tumbling behind their parents in anticipation of a dip. I spent a year care taking in a friend's Earthship home, the interior flower beds of which were overhung with bougainvillea. It was a never-ending task, keeping up with all the fallen blossoms. On windy days, they found their way into every nook and cranny. I share that to point to the way the idea in Bob's poem doubles itself–as the bougainvillea blossoms follow the wind, so we follow the bougainvillea blossoms. Wonderfully poem skillfully executed!