Black Orchid
I drank bottles
of potent optimism,
trampling impatiens
in the garden bed.
In love's labyrinth
I stumbled in the hedges,
emerging to disengorge
in a plaster fountain
under a starless sky.
I awoke a sloth
in morning's garish chasm,
the silent telephone blooming
like a black orchid.
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