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Jack Conway
Good-bye Buoys
and GrillsSummer closes like a clam. Even the ocean knows. Waves don’t crash as playfully. They steal away instead, like a self-made widow. Beaches are deserted. The wind whips across, barren parking lots, strewn with broken glass and cook-out trash. Flips don't flop, flags don't flap, outside cafes are under wraps. Lawn chairs folded under stairs. Grills still, no glowing charcoal percolates. Umbrellas go in cellars Terry cloth is boxed. Straw hats stacked Awnings rolled Sails furled. Baseballs lie uncaught. Even gardens know the score and bloom no more. Summer home, some are not. Good-bye lemonade days, lemon moon nights. Good-bye buoys and grills. |
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Conway’s recent publications include: Rattle, The Antioch
Review, The Adirondack Review, The University of Iowa Press, The Peregrine
Review, Light, Ralph, and The Norton Book of Light Verse.
His book of poems, Life Sentences, was published in 2002 by North Country
Press. email: Jack Conway |