A Poem by Mark Jackley




you who slowly open your eyes

neck bent forward

head slumped

like a construction crane

staring into a hole

without end it seems

want to believe there is

a blueprint somewhere something

livable will rise



Mark Jackley‘s work has appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, Natural Bridge and other journals. He is the author of several chapbooks, including Every Green Word (Finishing Line Press). His new book of poems On the Edge of a Very Small Town is available for free at chineseplums@gmail.com.


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