She’ll Be Right
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
These mistakes go on to make themselves,
worthwhile experience registers of confirmation.
Hear a buzzing hive, your best has yet beecomb.
Nest away elixirs spices jewels and devices,
you’ll need a good starter when space cowboys
barter, with stows of intergalactic loot.
Holes of my pocket, carry the flow
I always wanted.
Forgone conclusions sit still in the past,
swan pond gift of reflection.
A running bet, how to keep your
wager, each day a purpose,
held through stranger danger.
Beating drum day finds jazz into night,
rhythms we praise with everyday change.