Night Flower
Insignificant calyx
greatness in small size gigantic
through the microscope’s lens
miniature petals of night flower
passionately
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
Libros Libertad 