Orchids
May came through my window, softly
not wanting to wake the life that
still slept and breathed when
the world shut down
and the lights of the town
faded in now and forever
It was easy to live and to forget
and to set timetables for things
that haven't happened yet
but were anticipated by the anger
and frustration of the afternoon and
evenings that followed birth
sculpted by the hands of the earth
and shaped to fit a common soul's worth
But as the shift came forward
and all that was accepted became scarce
a beginning was made and an end was reached
and open fields met their breach
to the eyes who saw not love
but an enemy in life's arms
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