Between the Blooms

Between the Blooms

Dawn cracked and morning fluttered out
spreading its grey-blue wings.

The boy who lay on the footpath
by the garden fence of the mansion
stirred and hurriedly sat up
rubbing his eyes
The night queen that flowered under the dark sky
gazing at the boy through the fence all night
shut its petals and drooped

Broomstick in hand he walked to the tea stall
The day had begun

Cleaning the stall
washing kettle and cups
running between traffic carrying hot teacups
he forgot his own cup of tea

Between the bloom of the morning glory and the night queen
Little feet run and run to adulthood