Sunday, January 06, 2008

Sylva Dakessian: Listen

Flowers in my ears
blooming, blooming so I can't hear
a damn thing. I pluck
them out as fast as I can
but they come so fast and soft
I decide to be a vase.

Copyright Sylva Dakessian. This poem has appeared in Birthmark: A bilingual anthology of Armenian-American poetry, 1999.

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