“Another Sentence” by Jack Grapes

Photo by VC Ferry

Every sentence is another sentence,
really another life.
Someone’s always one step ahead.
The streets glow from the snow plow’s blade
chipping up stone with a daylight flash.
From here, the same tree out back,
the same asphalt roof,
the same wounded clothespins
shifting on the line.
Sometimes the man hanged is a hero,
sometimes a traitor.
Perfect sight and perfect blindness
when it suits our needs.
One day you realize
that you cannot break out
of your own bones.
There is snow-mush in the gutters
and along the highway,
melting here, turning to rock there.
Something’s always a step ahead.
Every sentence is another life,
really another sentence.

Jack Grapes

Jack Grapes

from his book “Trees,Coffee and the

Eyes of Deer”

All Rights Reserved

© 1995

VC Ferry

© 2009

3 comments

  1. lkthayer · December 6, 2009

    This kills me, “One day you realize
    that you cannot break out
    of your own bones.” and how it begins and ends
    the same way, only different. Brilliant. Thank you
    for letting me squeeze your genius Jack. –LK

  2. Adesh Kaur · December 7, 2009

    Jack, You are amazing! This poem is like I am holding my breath while you take me word by word by word into your world. Sigh.

  3. lkthayer · December 7, 2009

    “the same wounded clothespins shifting on the line” I keep re-reading this poem
    over and over…love. –LK

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