Rain just gone, the warm sun warms the soil. A far off bloom of city lights blues the sky, a world wiped empty. The grass is haunted by the blue, A placid dimension of listing coral as through goggles, Submerged contour, endless shivering vista, Our tiny plot, this, this the sprawling daylight’s secret, Winking whisper of the midday moon, And I will be here every night To see it come and gone.
Jesse Miksic (he/him) is a graphic designer and writer living in the
suburbs of Philadelphia. He spends his life writing poetry, ruminating
over pop culture, and having adventures with his wonderful wife, kids,
and dog. Recent placements include Punk Noir Magazine, Drunk Monkeys,
and Green Ink Poetry. His work and musings can be found at @miksimum on
Twitter and Instagram, or www.miksimum.com