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in the mid-city, under an oiled sky,

by Jen at 5:19 pm on 31.08.2009 | 1 Comment
filed under: mutterings and musings, photo

In the mid-city, under an oiled sky,
I lay in a garden of such dusky green
It seemed the dregs of the imagination.
Hedged round by elegant spears of iron fence
My face became a moon to absent suns.
A low heat beat upon my reading face;
There rose no roses in that gritty place
But blue-gray lilacs hung their tassels out.
Hard zinnias and ugly marigolds
And one sweet statue of a child stood by.

-from “a garden in Chicago”, by karl Shapiro

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    Comment by A Free Man

    4.09.2009 @ 11:58 am


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