He eats the fruit
of the dark arrow
The half-moon rises
like a halo
over the thick, draping sky.
He is sleeping with
a locket: his obsessive
at his doorstep.
The gracious garden trees lean,
shadowing his eyes
from the Parisian summer.
Two little girls are playing dress-up,
tickled by thoughts of an enduring grandeur.
It is late in the decade. The lamplight is fading,
he calls out
on his deathbeds that he has learned the unteachable:
-Love too has its limits
as the world keeps turning
towards its own destruction-
He reaches his frail fingers
no companion to comfort
his setting soul.
His smoldering, old eyes close
as his last breath
a final blessing
to the indifferent moon.
.Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Beneath the Surface, McMaster Creative Writing” Winter 1990/1991, under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka “Allison Grayhurst”
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