Karen Petersen

Rookie - 12 Points (New York City)

Dancing - Poem by Karen Petersen


Orchids spilling over the windowsill
brighten with their daily colloquy.
On the radio is a fugue
relentless in its structure.

A bird tries to sing in the rain;
notes caught between the drops,
it gives up, hiding in its nest
by the corner yew.

The bird tries again, song floating in the air
competing with the fugue, the two
become a strange duet,
Ives and Bach dancing together.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2010


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