Gardens

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By Mark Jackley

Our wrinkled faces,
spoilt fruit.

Your wicked smile,
the trace

of a bee lifting
towards next spring.

HOLDING A LIQUIDATION SIGN BY THE SIDE OF ROAD

Children stare
and parents shake their heads. I have learned

what wisdom is: the gift
I never wanted, given

under one condition. Everything must go.

DRIVING INTO A TELEPHONE POLE IN THE PENTAGON PARKING LOT

Two a.m., blind with drink.
This was in between wars. Saluting, hubris reared its head,
and cracked mine.

      
Mark Jackley’s poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, The Cape Rock, and other journals.

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