Just the other day, we remembered.
As You Pass By
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Seated in awkward furth, greek against the ground
forlorn when overhead, piece twice a maker
cough drama expels pent fascinations that
reside in quonset formations ever cooed by
the wind, resilient messages carved into time,
rumbles of what may come, bathing light sensed
when you see it, gestures of beyond hover sweet
laid to rest at the temple you carry, our smile the
other day the one only we know about, splashes
unseen dimensions, spire of our brief moment.
Letters of Measure 