Night Bloom

Before you read this, before
you sat in this chair, rocking;
before you sipped black coffee, held
in this ticking hand, you were alone
in your room, wondering:

Whether the moonflower shuns
the day, or whether the moonflower,
in its shy bloom, prefers its trumpets
pinched — silent.

Image: Lahiru Supunchandra on Unsplash

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