Property
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.
Credit
Copyright © 2015 by Emily Hunt. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 22, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.
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
Author
Emily Hunt
Emily Hunt is the author of Dark Green (The Song Cave, 2015). She lives in San Francisco, California.
Date Published: 2015-07-22
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/property