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poetry by Genevieve Callaghan

Saturday, October 22, 2011

My Bowl of Roses Speaks to the City

I went into my room and found
my bowl of roses speaking to
the city

craning over the window sill
addressing the buildings
below

And their friends the trees
put fingers to lips
to show

the spires how
to hear
Posted by Hero at 11:58 PM

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