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’t here last week,
but many things
grow quickly
like the fairy-tale world
in my grandmother’s trailer.
* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Zachery Cooper’s writing appears or is forthcoming in PRISM International, Queen’s Quarterly, the New Quarterly, EVENT, White Wall Review, Filling Station, Broken Pencil, and the Quilliad. He lives in Nanaimo, British Columbia.