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Winter Walk

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Together

like a single root

our arms link, mounting

this cold, humpback

city. We carry its air

in our lungs, and also the air

of night & kaleidoscope

sequence. We walk the

salted streets, not speaking.

Not now, not for a quick

eye-to-eye spark. Sirens

sound off around us. Bootprints

in every snowbank, leave an

echo of the quick-paced

crowd. We move down

an unchartered distance, and welcome

whatever splash of morning

that will offer to wed

our different-world ways.

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Copyrright © 1996 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Schrodinger’s Cat”, 1996

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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.