she’s concerned, fraught with worry even and out of patience with this constant battering she takes dead oceans, melting glaciers, mass extinctions, pasture turned to dust bowl or desert her storms grow louder, her hurricanes fiercer, her tornadoes wilder in anger yes but mostly resignation striking meteors she could accommodate but she never saw evolution coming doesn’t understand such overpowering self-centredness for she’s mother nature not human nature
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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Sin Fronteras, Dalhousie Review, and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline, Willard and Maple, and Red Coyote.