by Andrea D. Lim (Poetry)
Like the moon flowers in your father’s garden
life can start at dusk—
you can bloom in the dark,
appearing as an Evening Star without glowing.
Tomorrow, your father
might ask you to sweep dead petals
while welcoming a new morning
and the same sun.
Coming with a pang or none,
true beauty’s farewell
is as lovely as its blossoming.
that a garden is also ruled by longer nights,
graced by prolonged spans of existence.