Night Shade
Morning
glories fold their trumpets,
white petals
like moon sticks at dusk.
My feet
tired of the longest days;
they want to
close themselves
onto cool
tile and perch atop
a pile of
pillows, rest in the night
as the stars
unfurl their light,
illuminating plants in the garden
creating
night shade beneath
vine and
tree, dark within darkness.
My body has
spaces where even
the brightest
light cannot shine,
yet petals
open there
when I fold my
eyes.
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