deep-red from rose-dirt my orchid
left the back porch with an awkward gait
headed down the swamp which it entered
head first open-mouthed before i could speak
it was kicking its roots like legs luring comets
to criss-cross above when two finally collided
the sky switched channels to static cutting
the night with a knife i gaped back down
orchid was gone in the deep-red swamp
were rhythmic gelatinous ripples as tho
invisible pebbles were being dropped at
perfectly repeated intervals been staring
into space ever since ecstatically deep
the branches stoop & the leaf-eyes dilate
searching my garden for the remote