orchids

I found a note in a field of orchids
      that asked me if
I had ever seen a storm like this before
       never-ending clouds
rain in such an amount that
everything in its wake dissolved
      melting together
      and forming something new

I empathize with the crescent moon
with the rising smoke
from a burning tree in the distance             
      I am a notion
            an impression
                   decaying and flourishing
permutating within every moment

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