Today's poem is by Christina Pugh
Rose City
The bleared petals
in my failed photographsbloom again in the streets
that become, this timeeach year, a city of roses.
From railings, over trellises,I'm offered cup after cup
of blank: well-bottom colonies,foil to the sharpened mum
or the black-eyed Susan.Like holes, the roses
won't articulate,resisting me
just as they resistedthe camera's perspicacity,
its tiny window trainedon overflow.
I can hear themtear at the earth's precision:
quicksand, blind road,the siren sheen
of the magnifying glass.
Copyright © 2004 Christina Pugh All rights reserved
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