And one other
Written about a trip made to the wonderful city of Victoria, British Columbia--certainly the Jewel of the Pacific.
Nocturne 1 Night-blooming jasmine I've never seen it. Once through a window in a place where the moon cast different shadows, a scent I imagined was jasmine stirred the curtains in a room where I lay awake counting shattered pieces of moonwash.At the window I leaned out
expecting white trumpets
on a wall covered by green ivy
and saw only a dusty yellow globe
streetlight
and pebbly stone wall
bare in the night.In bed again,
waiting for sleep,
and buried in the scent of flowers
that would return only in dreams.© 2002, Steven Riddle