- Thin snow falls past the cave opening.
- Bat squeals quicken my son’s heart,
- small as a walnut shell, exquisitely chambered
- as the many black shells
- rolled in little heaps at the wood’s edge.
- This morning he woke crying and said
- a man dressed as a wall with seven doors
- was coming. Snow out there
- is angling into the creek gorge.
- What could I say what could I say
- when he asked could we go together
- through the same door?
Packingtown Review – Vol.14, Fall 2020
Brandon Krieg is the author of In the Gorge (Codhill Press), Invasives (New Rivers Press), a finalist for the 2015 ASLE Book Award in Environmental Creative Writing, and a chapbook, Source to Mouth (DIAGRAM/New Michigan Press). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in AGNI, Conjunctions, Crazyhorse, FIELD, The Iowa Review, and many other journals.