Fallow

I always wondered who planted them in the neighboring field, a double row of yellow daffodils, up each spring, winding toward nothing, as if arriving at an invisible porch, invisible house.

voices echoing
deep in woods
lives we might have lived

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Roger Jones

Professor of English at Texas State University in San Marcos, where he serves on the MFA poetry faculty. Published four collections of poetry and served 2009-12 as poetry editor of the Texas Review. Recent work: Familial (2015, Finishing Line Press); Goodbye (Snapshot Press, 2017). @haibunation (Twitter).

17 thoughts on “Fallow”

    1. When I read the line “lives we might have lived’ I thought of “The After Hours’ on Netflix Streaming, The Twilight Zone: Season 1 Episode 34.

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  9. Grand_! Too, as thoughts echo from each blossom, a new sense of life; nature's lead.

    we fallow
    through this earth's new blooms
    each thought.
    _m

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