Floorboards
Kaveh Akbar
Orchids are sprouting from the floorboards.
Orchids are gushing out from the faucets.
The cat mews orchids from his mouth.
His whiskers are also orchids.
The grass is sprouting orchids.
It is becoming mostly orchids.
The trees are filled with orchids.
The tire swing is twirling with orchids.
The sunlight on the wet cement is a white orchid.
The car’s tires leave a trail of orchids.
A bouquet of orchids lifts from its tailpipe.
Teenagers are texting each other pictures
of orchids on their phones, which are also orchids.
Old men in orchid penny loafers
furiously trade orchids.
Mothers fill bottles with warm orchids
to feed their infants, who are orchids themselves.
Their coos are a kind of orchid.
The clouds are all orchids.
They are raining orchids.
The walls are all orchids,
the teapot is an orchid,
the blank easel is an orchid,
and this cold is an orchid. Oh,
Lydia, we miss you terribly.
Maverick Mist 
Beautiful images 😍
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Thanks Indah. 🙂
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beautiful words and images, both –
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Thanks Beth, hope the foot’s getting better.
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Wow, lots of orchids here. Always stunning
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As always, thank you Miriam. 🙂
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Aha, You got hold of Kaveh Akbar. I have read few poems of his. A unique poet.
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He is Megha, I’ve been reading a few contemporary poets of late.
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Awesome
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Okay, this probably sounds terrible but despite the imagery of all the preceding lines, when I read the first two words of the last sentence the words that immediately came to mind were “the tattooed lady”. I love Groucho.
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Ha ha, you can learn a lot from Lydia… 🙂
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The top picture reminds me of Georgia O’Keefe
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I can see that. 🙂
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