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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 16

In the Grey Light

In the gray light
of the East Side
A fine assortment of freaks
gather the garden party.
The wine ain’t cheap
And I can’t tell
if I’ve blown
the sure double play
Or if the ump should be
tending tables. Stocking shelves.
And not upending the headspace
of strangers duly noted.

In the gray light
of the East Side
I’m walking the mulberry
and redbud. The community gardens
in flower. My mind tuned
but not to f minor
like a fevered cat on Houston.
Shadow jousting. Hailing Lenin hailing
the brightening city blue. The air hushed.
Flawless. The river a hug of diamonds.

  Mike Jurkovic