ben nardolilli

3/5/2011

There is an artificial rose planted
In the outer gills
Of the Myrtle–Willoughby station,
Solitary blooming friend
To all the commuters
Whether they stop for it or not,
A helpful bit of red
That is neither bloody nor a spill,
I am glad it is a commodity
Dropped here on the ground
And not living in the metal bars,
Because living things only die.

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. His chapbook, Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.

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