Lost in an orchid. You and I.
Drunken songbirds, we’ve sipped the waves
And drank of day, of dank, of dusk
Together. You and I.
Yesterday a mystery slapped me
So hard I became a question mark.
I stare in the face of memory, a prisoner,
Body, soul, and reason in the orchard
At La Pina beneath the sweltering pine.