Daisies poke through the broken asphalt, rage against their dying.
Great-Grandpa Hamp’s farm tumbled down and drowned in the sadness of Georgia red clay.
Two centuries later, developers desecrated the land and built a mixed-use development (that nobody needed) there.
Me, a lone descendant, stand, and from the edge of the road throw stones at the realization that nobody thought to find me, that nobody thought. . .anyone would care.
At the corner of a cotton field I feel like a cliché of a prodigal child.
Came back way too late to take a stand.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022
I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Previously, I self-published my novel "Bully Another Day," "Short Stories and Vignettes", and a poetry book "Spaces between the Pause" on Amazon/Kindle. Due to abysmal interest in my self-publishing venture, I have unpublished those three projects, as well as my poetry book "Life at the End of the Rainbow." However, I plan to be more aggressive in trying to find a traditional publisher for these projects.
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