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Step Through Summer
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Dying for my thoughts to fade
into an amnesiac slur, not judge my
convalescent love.
Waiting for sleep to
move to a higher
octave, away from guilt, blame and
artful blindness.
The light that falls forever
into the gullies
of souls and skulls – comforts
but cannot heal. The wind too cannot
give like a compass burn.
I pace the floors, longing
to surrender what I have
to the summer flowers,
remaining.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018
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Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” June 2018
https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2018/06/05/step-through-summer/
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