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Poetry Friday: This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball by Brendan Constantine

A rose by any other name   could be Miguel   or Tiffany   Could be
David or Vashti   Why not Aya   which means beautiful flower   but
also verse and miracle   and a bird   that flies away quickly   You see
where this is going   That is   you could look at a rose   and call it
You See Where This Is Going   or I Knew This Would Happen   or even
Why Wasn’t I Told   I’m told of a man   who does portraits for money
on the beach   He paints them with one arm   the other he left behind
in a war   and so he tucks a rose into his cuff   always yellow   and people
stare at it   pinned to his shoulder   while he works   Call the rose
Panos   because I think that’s his name   or call it   A Chair By The Sea
Point from the window   to the garden   and say   Look   a bed
of Painter’s Hands   And this is a good place   to remember the rose
already has many names   because   language is old and can’t agree
with itself   In Albania you say Trëndafil   In Somalia say Kacay
In American poetry   it’s the flower you must never name   And now
you see where this is going   out the window   across water
to a rose shaped island   that can’t exist but   you’re counting on
to be there   unmapped   unmentioned till now   The green place
you imagine hiding   when the world finds out   you’re not
who you’ve said


- This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball by Brendan Constantine

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