Trumpet vine circles a nesting bird -
waves its leaves - promotes its winding stalk
like a lecher trying to drag some lovely back to its place –
trying to forget her, I dropped in on nature –
yesterday it was art museums,
martyrs being stoned.
I look around and discover how each day
memories turn players into plants and brushstrokes
and self-blinded fools of course - the ones who only
see what they actually see - I turn a corner
and I have myself a slogan or one of two racing boats on the river -
how it’s all about the striving and the stroke –
how one always has to get ahead.
JOHN GREY is an Australian born poet recently published in The Lyric, Stoneboat, and US1 Worksheets with work upcoming in Bryant Literary Magazine, Natural Bridge, Southern California Review, and Soundings East.
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