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Change of Address

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I long for the tree I am missing

by the window on a sunny morning.

Shadows are like an empty vessel

and I count the days like coins,

passing frantic from hour to hour

into this good beginning.

I will settle, discover

my happiness on this side of

the threshold.

I will toss my past into the river

and watch it surrender to the undulating tide.

The walls of my home are vibrant with love.

I will walk to the corner, learn

a new road.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Scarlet Leaf Review” June 2017

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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