JASMINE AT MIDNIGHT
The white mouths opening after dark
The jasmine wakes when the world goes blind.
All day it keeps its small fists closed,
green and tight-lipped beneath the heat,
but at dusk…
something in it loosens.
The flowers open slowly,
white as fresh bandages,
white as the underside of the moon,
their thin petals unfolding
like secrets too fragrant to keep.
