She’ll Be Right
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
These mistakes go on to make themselves,
worthwhile experience registers of confirmation.
Hear a buzzing hive, your best has yet beecomb.
Nest away elixirs spices jewels and devices,
you’ll need a good starter when space cowboys
barter, with stows of intergalactic loot.
Holes of my pocket, carry the flow
I always wanted.
Forgone conclusions sit still in the past,
swan pond gift of reflection.
A running bet held through stranger
danger, purpose vows to day,
how to keep your wager?
Beating drum day finds jazz into night,
rhythms we praise with everyday change.
Letters of Measure 