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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.
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