After Cleaning Off My Dresser Top
by Mark Jackley

1. I stood back and regarded the absence of my wallet,
2. the Honda keys that take me in little circles and
3. gazed upon a perfect slab of emptiness and light
4. streaming from the window, from the larger light.
5. It was enough to make me wish to be a dust more,
6. electrical and dancing, time keeping me.

1. My grandfather’s dresser. A drummer who departed,
2. shining and alone, to no music.