Chop

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By Devon Brock

      the sky

and thumbtack        

   that

arrogant wind that

marches down the street like a brass band

as trees dance mad till their spines

snap giddy on the lawn

and the rain and all the barlight

soaking down from heaven is

ninety proof and oblique

the power’s down

and the awning wags a rebuke

and when the clocks rise up

it’ll be noon again

noon again and flashing

      red noon

how bright this one

oblivion     i rip the calendar

          from the wall

  and it’s june again

in all the fat indigo

of high summer i tell myself

it’s easiest to dream

when the breakwater breaks

and the tide rushes in

when joblessness

holds and

     that thumbtack

holds my place in it.

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Devon Brock is a short order cook and writer living in South Dakota, United States. His single ambition with his poetry is to make one person laugh and one person cry. With that, he believes, the work is done.