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The Leap
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His body
has fallen
onto the pyramid’s point.
Pyramid
of passion’s climb, edge of
water of sunstroke-sea.
Thunder
in his bones, contagious,
moves through his nails and
hairstrands.
Has one dedication – to seek
and scream. Has no
mother
no rite of passage to
soak him in strength.
Thunder
of hard fought-for joy.
He tosses and turns at
the tip,
on his heels.
He lies flat, feet and arms
spread
like some great animal,
fossilized, once
in flight.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” June 2018
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/06/allison-grayhurst.html
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