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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.


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


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

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