Orchids sit resting upon my dinner table
Though timid when I first saw them, they are now in full bloom
I didn't know what an orchid looked like before I got these
Where they came from, I still can't say

I opened up the door one morning, going out to get the paper
I like to do sudoku in the morning, in pen along with my chai tea
My routine was broken by the appearance of these flowers
Unassuming upon my front porch

Purple, damp, innocent
I bent down to pick them up
They were arranged in a modest, terracotta pot
They smelled nice

My eyes peered up, as if their owner's eyes would peer back at me
The street seemed brighter than usual
I still don't know where these orchids came from
Every morning, I see their petals altered