IN OUR CURRENT SITUATION
we have been thwarted by
the needs of the city:
can’t cross a street here,
can’t breathe the clean air there -
we covet a neighborhood
where cops don’t move us on
and we talk in terms of hen-house
but then the bus comes
or the street-cleaner rumbles by -
where is the shed snake skin on the backroad
or the tramp through green New England woods?
our breasts ache
for a more rarified place –
we walk single file
down crowded sidewalks
and trust the towers don’t fall.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Ellipsis. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Washington Square Review and Red Weather.