She’ll Be Right

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.