flaming jewels

night blooms

i was walking yesterday, got
lost in tangletown and came upon
a small patch of pansies
in a cozy neighborhood garden

most folks make fun of pansies and
not many pay attention to flowers at night, but
i had to pause and inhale
to marvel
at the lush purple petals
the pansy bloom almost exactly the size
of the palm
of my hand

colors look different at night
under moon//street//light
and smells waft
strangely
in my peaceful sort of melancholia
i paused and crouched
to love those flowers
for a few minutes

not a soul around
just me and
melancholy
and those pansies, so
perfect and dark
so close
to the ground.

jewel@gleeful.com
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