Quiet Night At Duck-Lake

any how a piece of my
front too                        th
fixed in the moon
                          light
                          light
                          ning
                          bugs prance
the moon
             light any where may-be dark

or swimming in the duck-lake a sliver of my
self                                                          sleeping and
seeking love for me      aning

so even-ly frosted are the edges of that ocean will fish seek
warmer weather like birds a duck loosed
             feather                                   when

John B. Oldenborg

John B. Oldenborg called Tallahassee home. He recently graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas with an M.F.A. in creative writing. His work can be found at Secret Restaurant Press, Petrichor, Tilted House, Masks, Hobart, Misery Tourism, Rougarou, Grotto, and elsewhere online. https://johnblakeoldenborg.wordpress.com/