BIG WIND by John Grey

This is a brute of a wind if you’re a seabird.

It’s strong enough to break your bones in flight.

And it’s no help to a fire on the beach.

Tonight’s glow can only come from remembering.

Perfume is blown clear from a woman’s wrists. 

It’s picked up by nostrils a hundred miles to the east.

On Main Street’s battleground, bits of paper

fight an army of plastic and empty beer cans.

It’s time to introduce one of the few Hebrew words I know.

Awnings flap like the lips of a yenta.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Midnight Mind, Willow Review and the Pennsylvania Literary Journal. Latest books, “Bittersweet”, “Subject Matters” and “Between Two Fires” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the MacGuffin, Touchstone and Willow Review.