Marilyn Humbert
night is alive with stars
watching moonflowers’
unfurling petals
I sit among their shadows
my feet trammels dust
waiting for your return
long ago moonbeams
touched my face
or was it you
whispering,
setting my blood roaring
my head spinning.
tonight, a comet tail
arcs across the moon.
I pick moonflowers
leave a petal trail
to my door, listening
for your footsteps.
