Rob Dakin Athens, OH poet

Generation


In the hot July of 1897, a farmer in the fields

saw his young wife rise from the squat

where she had watered the plowed earth

of the prairie with her urgent urine.

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He came to her then and shedding his denim

took her hard and fast as she laughed at the clouds.

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After, she rose and with her bare hand wiped his seep

on the front of her skirt, as she thought of washtubs

and the hundred chores to be done, day-after-day.

She smiled then, for this was knowledge, and it was hers.

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On that day a son was conceived. He would thrive and grow

and live to fly above the clouds, to Paris, in the belly of a jet.

Rob Dakin is a poet in Athens, OH. He has poems forthcoming in a Least Bittern Books anthology, and a manuscript in the fridge.

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