Mark Power

(Easton, Illinois)

Yesterdays

pushing through darkness upward
into sunlight bruise purple briars
tangle in a knotted mass throughout
the hedgerows that border vast fields
of desolate straw grass eating away
the abandoned farm beneath the ticking
prairie clock that echoes across the
back of time who has taken his pound of
flesh as payment for the years of bounty

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