Today's poem is by Andrew Frisardi
Rosemary
for Bill and Pattie BloomIt's a bush
beside a barricade
That keeps kids
from kicking their ball
Into the startled street
of streaming cars.
It's a heady green
hidden in dusk-hue,
Its sheen shaded
like a pale shell,
The lining of which
is liminal pearl.
The gas meter
measures our methane
Consumption in units
of use, yes,
But what's cooked wallows
(even in winter)
In a sprig my fingers
spring and splinter
When Daphne is working
that day's dinner
Into broth. The branch
transforms what it brushes.
Like a post-flood dove
who proffers peace,
Tweezing a twig
between my beaky
Thumb and finger,
I fritter a fragrance
Like sea-dew
of a distant deluge.
Copyright © 2005 Andrew Frisardi All rights reserved
from Southwest Review
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