Orchids in Florida wedged in a tree.
Leave them alone. Walk away. Forget ‘em.
Once a year blooming, they live wild and free,
You do not own them after you set ‘em.
Orchids in Georgia languish in a pot,
Solemn, looking out a kitchen window.
Keeping them safe, not too cold, not too hot.
Not too much water, make sure you spend no
Emotional capital on a plant
That lives in a bubble, in a building,
Out of its element. You know it can’t
Survive on its own. No sense guilding
The lilly, nor orchid, nor knock-off rose.
In azalea land, the pet orchid grows.
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