J B MULLIGAN

BERRYMORN

mistymoist dawn
     small drops
          gentlepluck
the awakening skin

low geese call
     "ragged chevron"
          from an old song
wheel above us
     following an arrow
          a sign only geese
can see that says
     FAR IS THE NEW HOME

constricted and cold
     the bear of the mind
          twitches in its cave

sleep is a berry
     that falls in the bush
          there are other berries

sleep is sweet
     and back-into-sleep
          is sweetest of all.


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JB MULLIGAN has had poems and stories in dozens of magazines,
including recently, Adagio Verse Quarterly, The Ghazal Page,
Riversedge, Kaleidowhirl, and
Terrain.org, as well as two chapbooks: The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS (Samisdat Press). He also has work in the recent anthology Inside Out: A Gathering of Poets.