the first from the frog pond
steal the last of the sunlight,
fishbones of cloud.
in various shades of opened
or shut, these dandelions
we step on retreat
into the solitude of moonlight.
DANIEL J FLOSI sometimes thinks they are an apparition living in a half-acre coffin within the V of the Mississippi and Rock Rivers. They are a poetry reader at Five South. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Not Deer Magazine, The Closed Eye Open, The Good Life Review, Zero Readers and Wild Roof Journal. Drop a line on Twitter: @muckermaffic.