i.
Sea winds foam sea hymns
we disappear
like the robin
d i f f u s e
into fall
ii.
Hiding
in my god
complex
a geometry
of vantage points
desperately
wiping
the lens
to find
myself
In other people’s
faces
iii.
The plum
fallen
in ash
milky-eyed
child
smashed
Daniel J Flosi is an apparition living in a half acre coffin within the township of Rock Island, IL between the V of the Mississippi and Rock Rivers.