Lonely men interrupt the dark
with the snap of shoes
Skyscrapers just got taller,
like blood on heparin.
Solemn as a monks’ processional
is the way home.
But with frog-sac croaks
in lieu of chanting.
John Grey is an Australian poet and US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Columbia College Literary Review, and Spoon River Poetry Review.
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