Matchstick, acorn hill
Some altered landscapes go unnoticed,
hidden by mature growth,
lush angular anomalies,
and streets continue on
as though limping was not a hindrance
only an eccentricity – limping slow
as our sun’s heat is slow to reach the exoplanets
or slow as destined love can be before it is
to be re-defined and illusions
of future bliss needing
to be released for more authentic possibilities.
Years of pebble-hopping, fresh denials
embodied into lifestyles.
The spot is marked. Grass stained,
unwashable, obvious to everyone,
but you are on the rafters, singing
to a made-up ghost, you are whistling
the tune you learned as a child,
whistling without variation,
plodding the automatic path
you were told would to lead to joy,
to a mandatory means of fulfillment,
instead of seeing and serving the deformity,
blessing its merging waters with your own,
becoming stronger still, blooming as it grows,
methodically eliminating your most coveted
Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Tiny Moments, anthology, Pringmill Media Corp.” March 2016
Published in “Nothing.No One.Nowhere, Volume 2, Number 1” September 2015
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