Night Flower

Insignificant calyx

greatness in small size gigantic

through the microscope’s lens

miniature petals of night flower


spreading their fragrance

over sidewalk, into

the nostrils of stooping

old man who steadies himself

on his cane before he suddenly

stops and like a hound smells

his prey, morning walk suspended as

he rises painfully against his

stooping back, wondering eyebrows

when he sniffs his youth lost just

yesterday afternoon somewhere

around this corner or the one

on the opposite side, lone tear

flops on the white night flower petal

which says —

I too grieve the night passed so fast