when the construction finally
packed up its orange fencing and moved away
last Fall
it revealed smooth hexagonal sidewalk pavers
which now shine under the streetlight
like tessellated moons
in the rainy night
they bless my first walk outside
since the day before yesterday
the pavers and the quiet
and the train sound
and the scent of white flowers
that have burst from deep pink buds
to cover a tree
I wish I could identify by name