End of an Era
Nothing comes that near,
only the anger, a pocket
full of pyrite
and the balancing act of last year’s
Nothing scratches the bone,
no friendship sends me reeling,
no dream of what may be
is worth the dreaming.
But this place is kind,
it has comfort and love
like a full belly in winter time.
It takes my hand, kneading it into
a strange wonderment and meaningful
The books I used to read, the flavour
of solitude and the greater purpose has moved to
another corner, lives like a shadow scurrying around
my backyard. It will soon give me up, leave me
to bend to the will
of what I cannot control.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Novelmasters” May 2017
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