Kelly Ann Ellis: Owen County

They drank nectar
from honeysuckle and clover
August days when nothing
happened ever.

A nip and a suck
was what it took
to taste the moment
sudden sweet.

It made her livid
their mother. She’d holler,
You kids get outa them weeds
before I skin you alive.

You wanna drop dead?
They mighta been sprayed 
with poison. Go on.
Just get.

She pealed potatoes
with a butcher knife
wiped it on her dress
blinked back sweat.

They weighed the odds,
ate one last flower
made sure she saw,

then scattered—

like so much
dandelion fluff—
into the buzzing afternoon

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