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Kaita
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It is sort of colourless,
the Earth. Though
I can hear the voice of spring,
I cannot help being disappointed at the slow
blooming flowers, that grow up
pursing the sun
to no avail.
Then I see the long boneless bodies
of angels
ascending like arrows
into the depths of a starless sky,
and I think to myself that he
who has gone into
shadows, hissing a private song
is much better off with his visible scars than
their invisible wings.
And I wonder, will he come home
or pass like water between unwebbed feet, to the ocean
where all that is written
is washed away with the sand?
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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2018
http://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/396b91_12b4c602cd4d418493788ddd9884dd13.pdf
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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018
Two Poems by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018
https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/
http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/
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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018
http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html
http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf
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