The line in front
is the line crossed
then left to rot under
the blazing day. The other side
is not to be feared but held
up like an appreciated toy.
The way out the door
is the door your father gave you when he died
and placed death’s rattle under your pillow
for the rest of your days. It is the door
that won’t let you forget
how short a season life is.
The chain around your neck
is a chain of small but frequent miracles
that has sustained and held poverty at bay.
It is to be counted on when the last of the nectar
has been spilled on the rug and indifference consumes
the eyes of friend and kin like roundworm, there
even in the most difficult of barren
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Dead Snakes”
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Very nice as always, you maintain quality as easy as gentle breathing – always a joy to read your work