Poetry

“The Aurora of the New Mind” – David St. John

There had been rain throughout the province

Cypress & umbrella pines in a palsy of swirling mists 

Bent against the onshore whipping winds

I had been so looking forward to your silence

What a pity it never arrived

The uniforms of arrogance had been delivered only 

That morning to the new ambassador & his stable of lovers

The epaulettes alone would have made a lesser man weep

But I know my place & I know my business

& I know my own mind so it never occured to me

To listen as you recited that litany of automatic 

miseries

Familiar to all victims of class warfare & loveless

circumstance

By which I mean of course you & your kind

But I know my place & I know my business & baby

I know my own grieving summer mind

Still I look a lot like Scott Fitzgerald tonight with 

my tall

Tumbler of meander & bourbon & mint just clacking my

ice

To the noise of the streetcar ratcheting up some

surprise

I had been so looking forward to your silence

& what a pity it never arrived

Now those alpha waves of desire light up the horizon

Just the way my thoughts all blew wild-empty as you

stood

In the doorway to leave     in the doorway to leave


Yet I know my place & I know my business & I know those

Melodies melodies & the music of my own mind

:: from The Southern Review

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