Just Another Paradigm Shift

By Paul Grant Paul Grant
Just a shadow. Hardly that. But audible.
Coming out of the woods, whispering
Happily Ever After.
                          Even in that light—
stars with the skeletons of animals
and old friends—
                       visible
to the eye behind the one always
left open on the east side of the house,
downhill. Where the coffee trees
and hemp and the graves of old dogs lie,
buried themselves in leaves and left
to the sputtering wind of memory.

& if that's not enough (he says
to himself in the voice of a black-and-white
actor whose name is a moth that keeps
avoiding the tip of his flaming tongue)
to bring you home, well, there
it is again,
              already exhausted
by your efforts to make it
comfortable
enough to stay. Impatient,
                                   already headed
back down into the woods, whispering
Once Upon A Time . . .

Source: Poetry (August 2003).

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Biography

Paul Grant has been a contributor to The Sewanee Review, Georgia Review, Crazyhorse, and Poetry Northwest, among many other journals. He is the author of three collections in need of publishers: Old Aunt Zion, A World of Fading Particulars, and The Coffee Tree.

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