She Will Not Change Her Ways by John Grey


Wind is slapping
the trees around.
Trash barrels roll
down the road.
Even cars sway
in the gusts.
Her face is
whipped accordingly.
Cheeks flutter like paper.
Hair flies high
and backward
as if the sidewalk
is a carnival ride.
A short walk home
has turned into
a lone voice
against the combined
opinion of others.
Her conviction takes
a step forward.
She’s almost blown down
by how easy it would be
to go over to the other side.
She makes it to
the door eventually,
though it’s a struggle
to hold it open long enough
for her body to slip through.
Outside is a constant roar
but she’s safe and assured
inside her house.
She can stand up straight.
All else will work off that.

©2019 John Grey


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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Midwest Quarterly, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in South Florida Poetry Journal, Hawaii Review and Roanoke Review.


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