Australian
Poetry Journal

Issues / Volume 5 Issue 2 , November 2015

Poem

She feels him at a seaside motel

John Stokes

  That vicious know-all, fright
  
                        lights up windows
  
  
  leaps up to watch
  
               night retake a street
  
  Nothing’s changed.
  
  
  She starts at the pick of 
                        old dreams
  shrinks  at shadow-voices.
  
  
  The curves of his buttock
  
                        and the moon
  
  
  are the same
  
  
                        as they always were.
  
  
  All is what it seems.