More on John Grey

Here is another section of John Greys poem from the current issue I like how he goes from this nature type image of trees to this woman’s past….especially the use of tree branches to Christmas trees to family trees makes the poem feel connected and then the comments around the story don’t seem so abstract….

Real branches don’t align.
Nor are they of equal strength.
Hang one bulb, the limb
keeps to the horizontal.
Hang one elsewhere, and
everything sags.
She can remember
Christmases from childhood.
String the lights,
flip the switch,
and those gray leaves shone
like candles in mirrors.
What does green know from gleaming? Green she associates with grass
and grass with boring.

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