Today's poem is by Beth Bachmann
Setting
A lilac can hold on, half-dead, for days
if it is not cut at dusk, when the dogs are wild
with its breath
still in the water, parted,but a transit station is not a vase, despite the insistence
on light, despite the drainage gate or the tearing
of a pleated skirt,
the perimeter wrappedin ribbon, despite the spray cans, the cheap fever,
the dogs huffing, silver-plated, no matter how much
I desire it shaped
in glass.
Copyright © 2006 Beth Bachmann All rights reserved
from Black Warrior Review
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