Friday. A day set aside for rejoicing. Instead of thinking about the 312 things I have to do back at school on Monday, I came home and read a poem.
I thought about how I watched this flower open in the dark on Thursday night. While I stood out back shining my flashlight on the opening petals. A real live magic show.
This is a night blooming epiphylum. She only blooms at night and only lasts until late morning. If I hadn't been doing laundry in the garage. If I hadn't of looked across the patio at the exact right moment. If I hadn't found my flashlight in time. I would have missed the show.
I bent my head down close and heard the petals brush against night air. A tiny whoosh of air. So tiny I might have imagined it. Except I didn't.
Enjoy your weekend pleasures. I'll just be here. Sitting out in the sun. Listening.
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by Tony Hoagland