Not Far From Downtown

by Barry Yeoman

Ten-point buck
lies camouflaged in a gray field
behind the industrial park,
factories on the outskirts
of the city.

Red-tailed hawk,
fat as a football,
sits barrel-chested
in a bare tree along the interstate
waiting on roadkill.

The Budweiser Plant
sits steaming from stacks,
huge in the cold night,
neon sign red and Christmas-like
in the winter sky.

It resembles a chemical facility,
is a chemical facility.

Traffic, quick on the outer-belt
carries strangers
zipping through the night.

Suddenly home,
inside the comfort
of the suburbs,
warm glow of dwellings
on a secluded cul de sac.

Barry Yeoman is originally from Springfield, Ohio and currently lives in London, Ohio. His work has appeared, or is forthcoming in Red Booth Review, Futures Trading, Danse Macabre, Harbinger Asylum, Red Fez, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Crack the Spine, Burningword Literary Journal, Two Hawks Quarterly, Broad River Review, Soundings Review and The Rusty Nail, , among others. Recently, he was a finalist for the 2014 Rash Award in Poetry. You can read more of his published work at

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