A PLACE YOU HAVEN’T BEEN TO BE ABLE TO RETURN TO

 

in sheet metal and a walnut shell’s face
in a ship’s rung bell mistaken for the door

 


the dead everywhere telling us to sleep
and wake is a sign we’re doing okay

 


a beetle wobbles from a spider’s nest
a cool spring leaks from the rocks

 


like a drink in reverse a mouth
giving back what remedy it took

Daniel Moysaenko