Poetry by Tracy Marks

Reclaiming the Harvest

copyright 1994 by Tracy Marks

Lies flowered in Florida seasons,
the choking, eroding rocks of parent's voices
grinding the inferior into dust
in the neglected, shaded garden.

Lack of sun and water weakens a plant.
The first dropping of leaves is a warning,
the second a premonition
of early death.

but you, old man, old woman,
the only deaths you've nurtured
are your own. I make
my own sunlight, I drink
from my own spring.

Now, rake your fields,
father - your seeds bear no fruit.
Claim the harvest, mother -
your rabble of weeds.

You thought to reign
by planting weakness,
but you planted
wrong. I'm

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