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Our text for this session was the poem “Perennials“ by Maggie Smith, posted below.
Our prompt was: “Write about something you praise.“
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Perennials by Maggie Smith Let us praise the ghost gardens of Gary, Detroit, Toledo—abandoned lots where perennials wake in competent dirt and frame the absence of a house. You can hear the sound of wind, which isn’t wind at all, but leaves touching. Wind itself can’t speak. It needs another to chime against, knock around. Again and again the wind finds its tongue, but its tongue lives outside of its rusted mouth. Forget the wind. Let us instead praise meadow and ruin, weeds and wildflowers seeding years later. Let us praise the girl who lives in what they call a transitional neighborhood— another way of saying not dead? Or risen from it? Before running full speed through the sprinkler’s arc, she tells her mother, who kneels in the garden: Pretend I’m racing someone else. Pretend I’m winning. Copyright © 2018 Maggie Smith. This poem originally appeared in The Southern Review, Summer 2018.