World Put to Rights, by Kelly Creighton

World Put to Rights The dream that burst riverbanks held you; blackstrap molasses, antidote for your poison. Your plummets spraying wetness like a coin in a cascade woke no-one, not even us. The church spire grew legs, scaled bricks, ran to your side, spotlighted. I put glass over that glow. Quiet-huff of your refuge, flailing…