his voice haunts me tonight

grief is the price
you pay for loving someone

I know that well

I’ve  paid mine
on the installment plan

my crazy grandfather
in 1977

Barbara
my beloved in 1988

Susan
the love of my life
In 2013

and today
Betsy is added to the ledger

I’m not sure what the balance is

on these accounts
but maybe one day
I’ll pay them off

until then
I count pennies
search the couch cushions
for stray coins

I stopped answering the phone
long ago

I don’t need any more debt

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John Gurney

I’ve been writing poetry since I was a little kid. I think that poetry is probably my native language. In my best work, I think that I’m able to create something that feels like truth. If you find something in my words that move you, something that makes you smile , something which gives you pause for reflection , then I’m grateful. I sell real estate from time to time, and in moments of grace or despair, joy or terror, times of wonder and gratitude, I sail about in my good old ketch , Further.


Further - a distance that can’t be measured.