Adam Deutsch

Never Alone

To try to save every cricket
with an over-turned glass

like we lost the keys or that trinket,
our rings made from some bone

that once had legs. We find dead
ones in the hall, sweep the garden

by a mooon my child can spot
in daylight, point to and say.

He adds o’s—the unspool like string,
abandoned signal wire where birds preen.

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Adam Deutsch has work recently in Poetry International, Thrush, Juked, AMP Magazine, Ping Pong and Typo. He has a chapbook called Carry On (Elegies). He teaches in the English Department at Grossmont College and is the publisher of Cooper Dillon Books. He lives in San Diego, CA. AdamDeutsch.com