Wild sweet peas spill over the sidewalk.
Their pink flowers & curly vines
dance in the wind,
a tangled wave goodbye
I run past on Stewart Avenue.
They weren鈥檛 here last week,
but many things
grow quickly
like the fairy-tale world
in my grandmother鈥檚 trailer.
* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Zachery Cooper鈥檚 writing appears or is forthcoming in PRISM International, Queen鈥檚 Quarterly, the New Quarterly, EVENT, White Wall Review, Filling Station, Broken Pencil, and the Quilliad. He lives in Nanaimo, British Columbia.