Orchid Corners

— Matthew Mahaney

An unnamed shape reminded me of the background voice.
I trained an eye:
                                                    this is snow.
                                                    This is how an owl curves.

In the time it takes a cloud to house
an echo, a cell began
to suffocate.

An attic bloomed.
Each warm corner blinked an orchid.

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