Mark Jackley

Last Summer

you dragged me out of bed

and drove me to a farmstand

lettuce plums onions

such ripe vowels

sliding down your throat

towards the filthy and delicious

earth and even now

it is wet with us

Sunbeam on Initials Carved in the Kitchen Table

it’s early and I

could almost

believe these

blades of light

somehow heal

the scars the

human struggle

in the wood

At Sunrise

the blue song and the green song

surrender

to the yellow—

the yellow song,

imagine, I can hear it,

something

born exactly

where

it was meant to be

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Mark Jackley's poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, The Cape Rock, Does It Have Pockets and other journals. He lives in northwestern Virginia.