Poetry by Robin Ray
Yellow vlei rats, all-seeing
paladins, track me through the
maze intent on exposing my lies.
My near-perfect circles of BB’s
ricocheted into Mr. Trueblood’s
window. The lingering shadow
of my soccer ball on Mrs. Pierce’s
roof. My shopping cart crater in
Mayor Kim’s car door. Squandered
juvenescence, haunting me via
miniature ebony eyes. Thought I’d
shrouded past indiscretions, traded
guilt for survival to become a dauphin
of myself. Better call the exterminator
before the maze ceases to unfold.
About the Poet
Robin Ray, formerly from Trinidad & Tobago, resides in Port Townsend, WA. Educated in English Composition at Iowa State University, his works have appeared at Aphelion, Red Fez, Neologism Poetry Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Spark, and elsewhere.
Vita Brevis Press. 
Even the mischievous have guilt. Beautiful job!