I cut some roses from my garden, then went back in
and put them in a vase. I put the vase on the dining room
table and sat there staring at them for awhile. They were
yellow verging on orange with a red border. It was as though
they were in motion, some private sea with tiny waves swirling
about. Several dolphins were leaping under a clear, blue sky.
I saw a man on a raft in the distance, just a speck really,…
“The Raven Speaks” by James Tate from his collection of poems, “Return to the City of White Donkeys.” Read by Jeffery Oliver.