A little ode to the orchids on my bedroom table–

They take their time and not much else.

I’ve been sternly warned against offering too much water and light.

They survived my south-facing window without complaints, without frowning.

They survived my ministrations to their roots, without drowning.

This, the first bloom since midsummer, gave a purple smile and then sipped my stare.

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