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Issue 4



F Daniel Rzicznek


Moose Factory

There’s a pattern to
it—but not a thing
repeats: an edge-town

skirting ancient water
darkness emerges through,
leaving woods emptied.


Two words on a map,
kin of thousands.
Place a goose flew from

to reach a southern lake
where the sky collapsed,
billowing in reflection.


Even the not-knowing
of a place will haunt:
anonymous riverbeds,

moon like a trout scale,
hawks resting at midday,
hunting each morning.