I sit
in the gloaming
on my front porch
inhaling
the fresh scent
of the world
the humidity
of my just-watered flowers
soaking into the night
the trees making me
oxygen through their
photosynthetic leaves
the gorgeous perfume
of their flowers wafting
to me, below
the air itself
pregnant
with petrichor
I become the beauty
of the near night
melding into me
through my lungs
through my heart
through my soul
