From one comes another, you know this could be Switzerland.
Ann Darrow
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
An insurmountable lift
caught in life’s talons
feet kicking for ground
desperate for any burden
but the one you bear.
Dragon’s back pontoon
distract time with mistress
minutes, enough to swim
the sound. Insightful clay,
a facial expression, skip
pattern my navajo peyote
a visit. Crow back in the
gizzard gaze you’ve always
known. Our clay you say,
must be wet everyday
to fend cracks and shatter.
Your gentle eyes owe
not a cent to your broad
back, heaving against an
Empire State, let me go
I’ll carry you forever,
an ease of grasp, I’d
never felt so alive.
Letters of Measure 