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Cracked
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Cracked to retrieve
the soft part inside,
the nutritious overflow
that rests open with
a broken shell and will
never regain its symmetry
or means of protection.
Cracked in the nearing Autumn,
fresh as the false dream
has been exposed,
and you realize
that anything true bends
its will to the moment,
relinquishing its authority
to a higher unknown agenda.
Sighs, sings and takes notes
under siege of the shifting
winds, underwater, happy
if it is able to rise
and sometimes float.
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Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “GloMag” January 2017
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Published in “The Galway Review” January 2017
Allison Grayhurst – Three Poems
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