Lupines
written by: John Grey
Lupines fill the field
like purple sentries,
defy the sun, the rain,
for this is their time –
June.
You stand at the edge
of the meadow,
pipe in hand.
You long to inhale something
that can work with what you see.
They’re not your lupines.
You’re not their man.
You strike a match.
Sun rubs against the flowers.
You inhale, exhale,
a cloud of smoke,
The flowers retaliate,
in and out,
in and out,
unseen.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.
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