When does the marsh
Begin I forgot
Again
Rolling nearly
Against the road
Widened too
Close by
Someone’s crowded
Family plot
A dead man’s curve
Leading to
A reformed church
That kind of linear
Time
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
Are you addicted
To strategy games
You will forget
About sleep
With this one
A visit to
Our manufacture
Is always a journey
The problem of gravity
Remains
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2018
There at times
In the morning
I find evidence
Of night-digging
For worms
Casting for game
A leftover scent
Sleeping I awake
Poor nocturnal detective
Buried under cover
That possum is
No metaphor
Except when
Caught by day
Blinkingly removed
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2018
