A new poem by Alexandra Pasian


He breaks the lock with a baseball-sized rock, its jagged
edge chipping away at the steel.  All the change in a pocket

is not enough to get you there.  You arrive, just the same.
The trees are perfect, the kind you see in tourist brochures,

but the sand has not been cleaned.  An elephant rides a unicycle.
The other elephants will rejoice at his arrival.  The music begins

in anticipation.  Clouds moving faster at twilight.  How easily
dusk could become dawn. Running across the desert.