The 2River View 20.1 (Fall 2015)

Mark Jackley

Twenty Years after She Dies, Your Mom Invites my Daughter to Go Sledding with your Kids

Her voice brassy as ever.
The phone is black,
its cord

curled the way they were.
Night falls
in my dream—

a snowy hill, one moment
bright in time
or someplace

else where laughter
bursts in little flames.

Where Did our Love Go?

Diana Ross, I know.

It slipped out of that house she rented up on Chicken Mountain,
padded in bare feet
to the moonlit gap between
the porch and barn and stopped
to wiggle toes
in clover,
and maybe for the first time,

Mark Jackley has poems in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, Tampa Review, Talking River, and other journals. His recent chapbook is Appalachian Night. Jackley lives in Sterling, Virginia. contact

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