By John Grey
NIGHTFALL IN THE ROCKIES Bedded down in darkness, mountains, forests, turn their back on me. The scenery has had enough of my love. REGARDING THE TICKET TAKER He's paid minimum wage to tear tickets in two, drop one half in a bucket, hand the other half back to the customer. A superhero movie awaits you. This guy's your last known point of contact with the real. BRIGHT MIDNIGHT June in Alaska midnight sun it's been a year since today last saw tomorrow FIRST HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE your hand in mine is a far cry from the school lab where together we watched sulphuric acid eat away a beetle THE HUMMINGBIRDS AT THE FEEDER 80 wing-beats a second just to hover in place -- I’m at the window watching – I can’t even remember the last time I flapped my arms.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. His latest books, Leaves On Pages, Memory Outside The Head and Guest Of Myself are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.
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