Orchids #2

Orchids sleep in darkened rooms,
slippered women in mourning.

Sandhill cranes dance in red tufted suits,
their hearts full sore with longing.

Spring salmon give up their ropey insides,
becoming hunger’s brothers.

You left your red scarf by the stairs,
perfumed and full of wonders.

I watched the estuary filling in
beneath maroon and plumby skies–

an ache forming in my heart
with time and sorrow’s mark incised.

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