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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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John Grey
November 2013



art by the feral artist

    John Grey is an Australian poet, and US resident, and has had work published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review, with work upcoming in Naugatuck River Review, Examined Life Journal, and Midwest Quarterly.



Warm Day in March

March has gifted us one day
that we could mistake for June.
Out of the bottom drawer come baseballs.
I pack a soda in my mitt.
Along the trail, a dozen blooms
are just as confused as we are.

So its a lie.
But look whos telling it.
The forest, the hills,
the ballpark where
were the first to arrive.
The others must be victims
of the only truth they know
and staying in.

Pitchers toss.
Batters swing.
Canadian winds usually run
these bases this time of year
but now its kids.
Older faces scowl from windows.
So its a freakish day.
No need to be freakish about it.

the world could well revert to form,
as a blizzard blast or two
clears the playgrounds of all life.
But now we take the day for what it is:
the perfect excuse to smash
a ball or two over the fence.
Well grow old in time.
The weather will be waiting for us.

copyright 2013 John Grey