Morning glories bloom
beneath a tapered moon-
velvety violet in
the waning light.
I pause at the sight,
path quiet-
void of clicking
city bikes.
Me, the moon,
these morning glories,
and the distant rush
of a first train.
Time enough
for a photo, I think.
I’m careful to capture
rich colors
so that later,
once the sun has
raised and bowed
its blonde head,
I can show you
the gloaming
you missed
from our bed.
Always,
I’m breaking
sweet moments like
chocolate squares
to end the day
against your frame,
with pockets full
to share.
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