Mark Jackley

To a Cicada

It took you 17 years

to sound the alarm. I get it,

the clock doesn’t care

if I wake up.


Abandoned Church

There is no path.

A cricket chants, Hear us, we belong.

It is not a prayer.

He has lost nothing.


Short Days

a two-lane in the sticks

three locals in a field

dressed up like Santa dancing

atop a bright green tractor

who waved their beers

and hooted something

and a little joy

flaked down in a place

we sped through



About

Mark Jackley’s latest book, On the Edge of a Very Small Town, is available free by emailing chineseplums@gmail.com. His poems have appeared in Sugar House Review, Fifth Wednesday, The Cape Rock, Natural Bridge, and other journals. He lives in Purcellville, Virginia.
Read more from him:
Where Did Our Love Go, on Blue Bonnet Review
Emergency Room, in B O D Y
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