Tuesday poem: Or, A Moral Inventory

Or, A Moral Inventory

A mistake of familiarity:
concrete for miles, yet
to leave it or part it
I tried to make like the cobblestones:

a cube with flat-palm walls
and tucked-in thumbs
in front of the razor-wire
out there, you don’t know that yet,

and beyond: garrafones, cap wrappers,
sapphire and prismatic pigeon’s wings
or, a moral inventory

at last: that kind of
dusky flight
the light bringer, the dawn star,

the energy in the match head
a false lift off, on the pier
of the beach they call: Los Muertos.

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for the Tuesday Poem series
this poem is based on lines from the poetry collection “A Foal Poem” by Rose Hunter.
first published in Found Poetry Review, with 2 audio versions