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Eight Months
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This grief stalled in my throat
rises in small amounts
like a split seed moving from
earth to air.
I remember a warm protection
that I will never again know,
or see the fireworks of his grounded mind
fill the atmosphere with so much colour.
Time is like the moon in summer,
not so real when seen beside the day’s strong sun.
But in winter, the moon is explanation –
is the weaving thread of barren understanding.
I think he must be near, after all
the wound still flows. Today eight months
have gone, and all my old hopes are altered
though renewed. I have nothing to give him,
no telephone declaration can I make in the passion
of true gratitude, or say why? to his passing shadow.
There is only this I am left with –
this sting of still raw shock, and all the memories
my love can hold.
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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017
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