Re- (A, The, A)
Re-see the high mast bobbing
us, those mythic explorers.
Okay, not acknowledged in foundational
schematics the ways my brother and I
asked our mother to glue toilet paper rolls together
telescoping imaginations of ibises flying over
green-waves. Some might say it is so, but they
have the wrong idea. Recapture lost treasure.
Daresay: The holy mysteries are still there tomorrow?
Walk on water, hold your breath.
Andrew Hutto is originally from north Georgia but currently writes out of Kentucky. He recently graduated from the University of Louisville with a degree in English. His sonnet was selected for the Hands and Feet Poetry Derby at Churchill Downs. In the summer of 2019, he served as a preliminary judge for the Louisville Literary Arts Writer’s Block fiction prize. His poetry appears in Thrush and is forthcoming in Barnhouse and Eunoia Review. For more information visit www.andrewhutto.org