The Ephemera Game

I must think on it.

A bit of lost property,
trinket and trove outlast
memory, past progressive
ends with an ing
date rape "as in"
not suspected:
a rehab project up in old Bisbee.

The world
belongs to the war weary,
to the established perplexity
of exile, to that

and all that comes forward
honors and honors and honors
blesses and blesses, blesses.
A moth touch tests and teaches.