Showing posts with label 2014. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2014. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

June

Somewhere there is a meadow
that has never met
metal, herbicide,
or the soles of bare
and rubber covered feet.
Each bloom located
by the wind or the animal
with severed blades
never bagged in plastic
but digested in grazers.
Somewhere the sounds
of speed and electrons
has never resonated
stalks to follow
invisible dances;
Instead they sway


-Robert L. Jackson III



Friday, June 20, 2014

13

Ringed stalks
knobbed from the gnawing 
of mammals
and browned in droughts
can bloom again
from beneath the decaying straw
in the wet Summer.

-Robert L. Jackson III