Today's poem is by Kasey Jueds
Bottle Gentian
This August, understand
what never opens. You thoughtyou knew about blooming, a mouth
into a mouth, the ditches lavishwith daylilies. But here, five
fused petals liveon refusal, clamped shut as a mailbox
hoarding its letters. Each yearthe river shifts, the old spruce—tindery,
brittle—comes closerto falling in. Still, there are days
you love it all, not knowing: the preciseline between woods and field, between
gold grass and pine-and-dimness—and the way a hummingbird's shadow
flickers on the table,how something so small could tremble the light.
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