POETRY/PHOTOGRAPHY
Profuse Paradise
Delighting in my once-a-year bouquet

Six.
These blooms never escape me, hanging on and hanging out.
Today’s bounty is quite the miracle, since you’re only in our county but once a year — I’m convinced
you’re the only orchid ever honored and afforded a seat at my kitchen counter.
Thank you, friend.
Unbend, and stay a while. I’m out of rhymes to tend to your beauty, Enchanting Child.
