A fun to figure, try to pronounce the title as one word.
Salute-in-Song
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Come rare through all that is above,
condense in style from ingredient isles
a selective chance you knew it had to be.
Sprung when the space was right, or was it
time to have a stretch? Bound to distance, an
explanation of all else; a here to there till the
curve flattens out. Harmonics surfing sound,
all there is to do is play.
An afternoon of adventure.
Our Own Devices
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Dip into nothing
skipping town,
Hawaiian slice
pineapple underground.
Arms no longer arms,
but propellers motoring
into any desired ripple
for a more simple eternity.
Ocean collaboration
with visual dilation, no
hermit left unshelled from
an encompassing meld.
Every stone turned from
Bikini Bottom.
Wooing day satisfies night,
their love a sight for our eyes.
A light reminder for the striving,
be back tomorrow for the same
lesson said the golden teacher.
Letters of Measure 