“Cephalanthera austiniae”
First Place Poet, “Road Not Taken” Contest Quiet trumpet of moonlight, soft gramophone of forest sun. Snow orchid. Phantom bloom. Ghost of a flower, no chlorophyll to green you. We lean in to smell your smell. Surprise: vanilla, like your common cousin. If wonder had a face, a name, would it be your petals that aren’t petals, but bracts, sheer and shimmery, even under fir trees’ shade. Lobed labellum. Yellow tongue. When a friend leads us to your growing place, we don’t know what we expected. Not this: someone’s backyard fence edging a trail of city greenery, your white flames […]
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