TO A WOODPECKER

By Mark Jackley

Once again, you knock
on the door 
of my inattention.
I open it,
those daffodils
are flowers, 
not stars.
A nuthatch 
squeaks, a pulley 
in my brain
anthro-
pomorphosizes
helplessly,
long after the fall.


Mark Jackley‘s poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, The Cape Rock, Talking River, Cagibi, and other journals. His book Many Suns Will Rise is forthcoming from The Main Street Rag Press. He lives in Purcellville, Virginia.

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