After collecting newspapers from the driveway the other morning, I was almost back inside when I spotted some news of my own. At the edge of the porch, our night-blooming cereus had offered its first ...
“And so for nights // we waited, hoping to see // the heavy bud // break into flower.” —Robert Hayden, “The Night-Blooming Cereus” The first two times it bloomed I missed it. Twice, I returned home ...
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