Not your taxidermist.


Not your taxidermist.



witnesses cracked,

ice-slit, more than

a broken arm or a lingering smile

that bears no goodwill. Don’t bother

with the streamline, take the curve, the twisted route

into the starscape’s eye

because it is on that route where the

bells chime a code, where the

simplest solution unfolds

and the wind rises, master of unpredictability,

to thrust you into overload,

where once you were starving for input,

but now are saturated, almost bloated,

still able to breathe a healthy balanced sigh

of mixed astonishment, courage and belief,

still yourself on the threshold collecting

clouds and making a fluctuating ethereal pattern.


From a turret window watch the road – it has arrived,

and glory-be the choices that follow

that will lead to unbreakable intimacy, beyond

engravings etched on sidewalk stone.



Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst


Published in “Outlaw Poetry” August 2017


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