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Startled—I stopped and stared
About to drop my bag of trash into the dumpster
There—amid coffee grounds and crushed cans
Was the simple purple bosom of a blooming Orchid
“What are you doing there” I asked
Your pot un-spilled and still intact
You belong on someone’s window sill
Celebrating light and love
Or is that it?
It’s not long after Valentine’s day—
And the long blooming orchid
Will often outlast a mere infatuation