Wednesday, August 6, 2014



Midnight in the Fakahatchee Preserve

Like a searchlight,
the moon
moves over the swamp,
spies a ghost orchid,
lingers, and lets
white on white
mirror one another
in the black of night.

The moon sees a star
misplaced on earth.
The orchid sees an epiphyte
lost in the sky,
looking for its way home.

     (Published by Everyday Poets)

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