if, on Tuesday mornings, a desert expands
from the corner shop where he sells flowers
wrapped in illegible scrawlings of ribbon,
the sun dips too, inverting like silver
pilot fish that dart along windowsills
and frames with quick, furtive movements.
and if the sun dips, then all the windowsills
that are lined up against the curves of the
darkening world will
catch with tiny flames, sparking
consolation – the source of all literature.
on Tuesday evenings, she buys
from the shrunken man a few
demure, long-stemmed lilies
to press against the damp
pages of poetry books,
wet with the im-
print of translucent flowers.
from the corner shop where he sells flowers
wrapped in illegible scrawlings of ribbon,
the sun dips too, inverting like silver
pilot fish that dart along windowsills
and frames with quick, furtive movements.
and if the sun dips, then all the windowsills
that are lined up against the curves of the
darkening world will
catch with tiny flames, sparking
consolation – the source of all literature.
on Tuesday evenings, she buys
from the shrunken man a few
demure, long-stemmed lilies
to press against the damp
pages of poetry books,
wet with the im-
print of translucent flowers.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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