Night Blooming
Jessica . . . maybe Jasmine. The name has blurred, but not the vigil.
Two rookies in the neonatal ICU, we already knew how long
a twenty-ounce newborn could breathe.
blind
hunger
a star-nosed mole tunnels
through the dark
Her skin was garnet red when
it wasn’t dusky blue. The ventilator
kept chirping, and we kept answering it. She
was all effort and will.
relentless
song of the mockingbird . . .
a star-blistered sky
By morning, even that had
stopped.
falling star
the orchid cactus blooms
only one night
Editors' Choice: Confluence Poetry Prize, 2026
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