I have turned
The curve
Toward sundown
And the reckoning
Of my choices
Sweeping swiftly
Across the flatlands
Of my growing
Over sullen inclinations
And the wastelands
Of blind alleys
Across swaths
Of unused mornings
To the stream
That runs
Through the weeping
Meadow
Into the river
To the sea
That churns
With the tide
Against the shore
Washing away
The last of me
The curve
Toward sundown
And the reckoning
Of my choices
Sweeping swiftly
Across the flatlands
Of my growing
Over sullen inclinations
And the wastelands
Of blind alleys
Across swaths
Of unused mornings
To the stream
That runs
Through the weeping
Meadow
Into the river
To the sea
That churns
With the tide
Against the shore
Washing away
The last of me
John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
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