One Sublime Poem by GJ Hart

A Good Goodbye

We are shy at the river

as if nearing a new

mirror, the sky

stretches and grips it,

drives it into

the loch's gasping

mouth -

 

I stand with thoughts

for dinner and you,

the sole hanging

loose from your shoe,

 

yet, both here,

unbeknown

and displaced

by boredom at the edge

of this great unthinking

delta, we are rendered

as by all endings,

 

incredible.

GJ Hart currently lives and works in London and has had work published in Isacoustic, Nine Muses Poetry, The Molotov Cocktail, The Jersey Devil Press, The Harpoon Review and others. He can be found arguing with himself over @gj_hart.