Una Corda Pedal

By Angie Macri

And the kitchen became a flower, 
(don’t say butter- 
cup or sun 
but something without 
a name, just 
discovered: 

say timbre, 
say hammer 
struck on the nose 
into a tone 

that most can’t hear, 
a sound of flower 
caught open 
like wheat chaff on the rose 

by the porch door, 
rows of it as if farmed 
and captured, 
a picture 
less forceful than gold 
but in hope). 


Angie Macri is the author of Sunset Cue (Bordighera), winner of the Lauria/Frasca Poetry Prize, and Underwater Panther (Southeast Missouri State University), winner of the Cowles Poetry Book Prize. An Arkansas Arts Council fellow, she lives in Hot Springs and teaches at Hendrix College.

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