nothing says Christmas like and orchid blooming in December.
Christmas Orchid [Haiku]
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What tears away in leaving,
when one has grown into:
- a person?
- a place?
Can one grow into someone
(or somewhere) such that
one is fused in a way that
won't allow separation
without leaving a sacrifice?
Maybe one can't help but be
webbed into some wider world,
and can't help but leave
pieces of oneself littering the Earth.

standing proudly,
in the murky step well:
water lilies.

a painted stork,
at water’s edge,
seeks its moment.