9 July 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 2
Imaginary Greenhouse
Dear Jalapeno,
Dear Vagrant,
The trees are making
fools of themselves.
I'm making faces
at the greedy river.
The sky spits
at us in our tiny
white hats.
Dear Lawn,
Dear Miniature,
Dear Shuffle—
At least the dark
don't hide it.
Isn't that right,
Dear County Line?
We rub a place
in the canvas
and sit in it.
Dear Hands,
Such a beautiful
machine. It gleams.
About the author:
Emily Kendal Frey lives in Portland, Oregon. Recent work is forthcoming from New York Quarterly, Spinning Jenny, and Knock. Collaborative work with Sarah Bartlett will appear in Portland Review, Bat City Review, and the horse less press anthology New Pony. Poems from Something Should Happen at Night Outside, a collaboration with Zachary Schomburg, will appear in Pilot, Sir! and Diode.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Emily Kendal Frey at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 8, No. 2, where "Imaginary Greenhouse" ran on July 9, 2008. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
