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Night Jasmine's Perfumery
I alight from my parked car
Ecstatic at the fragrance
Of my night jasmine bowers
Guarding my iron gate
The aromatic tree is a perfumery
At midnight it starts budding
By dawn in full bloom drizzling
A white and saffrony carpet in my arbour
I hand pick the teeny pristine stars
Perched on saffron centred tubes
Placing these corralled arbour artists
In a watered crystal bowl
My hands retain its perfume for hours
Nostalgic reminders of getting a sapling
From dad's nursery to plant in my garden
Dad left behind his aroma in his night jasmine.
SECOND
October 22, 2015
Contest: Favourite Flower
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright ©
Balveen Cheema
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