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Today's poem is by Victoria Chang

Elegy as a Red Dress

We open our red dresses
and underneath

you are gone. What
remains:

thousands of wingless
bees that

when true, are blue, that
no longer make

goods, that no longer
think

clearly, drunk baskets
of fuzz.



Copyright © 2011 Victoria Chang All rights reserved
from Pleiades
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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