I went for that walk past midnight
took the shortcut through the cemetery
on the way back.

As I passed the orange blossoms
my steps slowed
to a halt
imagine as if a passerby
an emaciated soul stopping of thirst at a river's side.

I drowned in the sweet stickiness of
summer citrus
lit so fragrant in dims of dawn.

Darkness in blossoms overcome
a headstone shines
like new pennies
in full sun.

I went for that walk past midnight
you will be happy to know, I took a shortcut on the way back.