THEN and NOW
By Jessica DePue

Two mornings shy of Thanksgiving
Grey pillars, sly expansion
No thinning sky to uproot
By one clean sweeping sun
Most veils slide behind
Northern Mole Hills, mountains
I've challenged to extirpate
Unmentioned Marigolds- glamour golds
Amourous bolds, blazing hues through now
Some field back then
Some old family land
More earthen, less flourescent
Less city, more country than medical
Cowboys kicking up scrubs these days
Surround my chunk of city street
Weaving and dodging small town speculation
Went buried, unturned beneath my feet
Loosely spun compost heap
Unnatural misgivings gone thorny, dried
Against peripheral hindsight
The present persists its thirtieth turn
On a clean bill of health
My crystal crimson pools
My Swarming Potential-
These hallways it haunts