(anyone who knows BT will know this is not about her. it MIGHT be about some kids who live in her dorm, i suppose, but it is mostly about me. and about orchids, which she brought up herself. so it is for her. enjoy.)
Consider the orchid, oh human one, for it does not fear death.
Like its Creator, the small plant latches onto dead vessels
and shoots forth blossoms.
Consider the orchid, miscreant child, for it proclaims not itself
nor speaks out of turn, yet it is most prized among human florists
for beauty and grace.
Consider the orchid, horrible wanter, for it snatches not
nor grabs but receives without envy the canopy drippings: this
is clearly enough.
If it could be put on my tombstone, "She received without envy the canopy drippings," and if it was true - I would have lived a life that now I only dream of living. But I'll try. Thanks for the orchids, Bob.
Posted by: tuggy at August 26, 2004 02:30 PMWell, hot damn. Thanks for counting my words worthy of epitaphs. I think a really good epitaph beats just about any other form of verse.
And when I said this was not about BT, I meant that she (you) were (was) not a miscreant child. Not that you aren't like an orchid, which you are... in more ways than some of us!
Posted by: bob at August 26, 2004 11:06 PMI love how a Community Development grad is the best creative writer I know. I also give you my thanks.
Posted by: Evan Donovan at August 28, 2004 12:03 AM