Friday, September 9, 2022

poem

 Orchids

Live your life

Like it was a question

You didn't know the answer to

Just like everyone else is doing


Without even knowing 


Outside the birds are singing

Staccato then trilling


But the orchids look sad

Elegant thin necks bowing

Under the weight 

Of some inscrutable grief 


What was the question?


9/9/22

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