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Apr 2013
The center bleeds down damp and up it dries.
But we enclose the bulb with petals
and the stem becomes as red as purple.
But its colors reach beyond and become
the air about it.  The air about it is an orchid.
Colin Carpenter
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Colin Carpenter  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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   purple orchid
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