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Orchid
February 3, 2012
Sensual but pure
in your white
allure, not dependent
on sweet smell.
Long slender stalk,
bean-like buds
to watch unfold,
and one could make a bet
how long you’ll last—
indirect sunlight, you sit
in my sunroom
shaded by trees,
your shadow against
the blinds—double life—
beauty and darkness.





