Everything Will Blossom
By Colin Dodds
Midway through life, I got a flat tire
on a search for a soul, which backfired
I can’t consult
the paintings of faceless kings in the hall
And the statues make it plain
that all the heroes are the same
Tender, succulent morsels of bullshit
Some things are never coming back
Just ask Jupiter, if you can find him
But my caustic optimism says
one day, everything will blossom
See the lotus in the fire hydrant
Even the Empire State Building will peel open
like a seed-pod or a tulip.
Colin Dodds grew up in Massachusetts and completed his education in New York City. He’s the author of several novels, including WINDFALL and The Last Bad Job, which the late Norman Mailer touted as showing “something that very few writers have; a species of inner talent that owes very little to other people.” Dodds’ screenplay, Refreshment, was named a semi-finalist in 2010 American Zoetrope Contest. His poetry has appeared in more than a hundred publications, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife Samantha. You can find more of his work at thecolindodds.com.
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