Most beautiful grief. The classic shape of the weeping rose. A sudden smile puts the day in your face. Who cares if night’s flight is an illusion. And those eyes. They repeat what you don’t say. I’ll get over. I’ve gotten over. On with your day, flower with a little self-watering. Nothing so contrived has ever been more convincing.
About the Poet:
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.
Ephemeral Elegies 
This poem is a wild flower, if you’ll pardon the pun. Thank you for sharing John.
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