Lost in the Forest
there is no key, just
an infinite number
of doors turned
inside out, each one
creating a black hole
full of white noise
and closing into empty
dreams where doves die
forgotten on rotten limbs,
their songs remaining
unsung by toads spitting
insects from their lips
A one-time beginner yo-yo champion, state fiddle and guitar champion, teacher, and certifiable eccentric, John Reinhart lives in the Weird, between now and never, collecting and protecting discarded treasures, and whistling combinations of every tune he knows. His poetry has recently been published in The Vocabula Review, Apeiron Review, Songs of Eretz, Star*Line, Liquid Imagination, 94 Creations Journal, and Interfictions.
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