Emily Hunt on

Published in Poem Of The Day

There are these flowers
with centers like liquid
hollows up close
and the outline

melts like a trick.
An illusion is usually

dark by the end.
An illusion is thin

curving for some
spark, along it to trace

a straight
shot to the rigged

bones of the plot,
to drink the quiet, like dirt.

About this poem
"I wrote this poem with a certain kind of flower (whose name I don't know) in mind. I see this flower frequently on my walks around San Francisco, a city that is still very new and strange to me."
-Emily Hunt

About Emily Hunt
Emily Hunt is the author of "Dark Green" (The Song Cave, 2015). She lives in San Francisco.

The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day[at]poets.org.

(c) 2015 Emily Hunt. Originally published by the Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate





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