Misplaced
by Jill Jones
Sometimes the poem is
out of order
or in the other air
when it is hotter
placed after before
in the evening.
The moon shines on
the day, the sun
sinks elsewhere
and the page is lit
by the evening star
which was not lost
even after all
those blanket years
city lights, summer snow
and the return
of the albatross
gliding within storms
as the southern ocean
tosses its spray
onto ropes, canvas
the rocks, the mainland
rearranging the page.
Maintained or neglected, familiar or foreign, well-worn or wild, roadways inform our decisions and identities. Their geographies direct the movement
of our lives and sketch the cartography of our stories. In this spirit, 322 Review publishes provocative emerging and established artists whose fiction,
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