Moonflower milk white
petals soft unfurl
in a dark land
like a girl
in an alley
counting coins.

Interrupting the dark
opals bright
from another sky
the night
is broken by
a gift of snow
quiet streets
surprised laughter
from the girl
counting coins.

A single flower
in the night
bright as a moonbeam
and as fleeting
petals chill
fall deep
in the dark
of the city.