Issue 5

Poetry

John Grey

Solitaire


I watched the news,
people far away.
I read the first chapter
of a book,
other people's thoughts.
I found myself spending
more time with those I don't know
than the ones I do.
I stretched out
on the couch,
spent an hour or more listening
to the music of strangers.
I even sat out on the
front porch,
watched traffic,
some I could have known
I suppose
but how do you introduce yourself
to a couple in a red convertible
as they flash by?
The phone rang.
A voice on the other end.
A wrong number.
But it was the closest I came that day
to a right number.