It would have to be a rainy day.
And the old man next door
watering his lawn
between showers.
What could we do but laugh
but then we heard the siren
and the ambulance came.
Heart attack someone said.
It began to rain again
and there was his hose
like a green snake
coiled up in green grass
and liquid still flowing
from its nozzle.
Plenty of water,
good growing weather,
As much life as a yard could stand.
About the Poet:
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.
