2007/union

Late January,
state of the union day,
my vision clings
to the daffodil shoots,
faring much better
in the sun than I am,
sick inside the cold house.
Like a camera,
I train my field of vision
to close range,
cutting out the dead stalks
of the chrysanthemum,
the geranium rust.
Selective perception is everything.
a talent taken for granted
by women and the poor.

1/23/07