Moonman, when will you return?
The world has gone to trembling,
and scattered its once-proud feathers,
we are presently undergoing a plumage crisis
and are in dire need of luminous mending.
Your glyphic signature
remains in the palm of my hand,
so many moons ago,
when you branded it there,
and promised that you would return
when the time was the time,
and that was that, a cryptic response
which left me baffled.
I am still baffled
by so much,
but I continue to trust
that you will return
to usher in the next wave
of symbols and myths,
plus you’ll re-dress
us in new feathers,
and we, beyond skin and bones
and muscles, will become
the stuff of legend.


(Artwork by Paul Klee)

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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