Secret Garden in a Market at 2AM

My world often consists of shopping while riding around in electric carts late at night. While going through the floral section of one market I took photos using my cell phone (the need to travel light keeps me from toting cameras/film) of bouquets which had not been taken home like all the others, and were slightly tired around the edges. Being closer to the floor, I saw their beauty even as they faded, and was enchanted at the sight in that almost empty place. Perhaps I'll write a poem based on my late-night foray through such a garden with one of these snapshots as a preview piece.