Poetry Journal

Issues / Volume 5 Issue 2 , November 2015


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.