Through the blinds

my body goes soaring

touching the hawk and

choppy clouds.

It dips through the misty air

holding hands with the winter.

It opens its mouth to taste the wind

and sees a balloon float by.

Then it lands in dunes of sand

covered in unmarred snow.

A wren’s small footprints lead it down the

slope into the underbrush where a

hound dog has curled into a sleeping ball.

It tiptoes past to the side road where

two children are singing their ABCs

and making angels in the snow.

When back in flight, it rides the twilight’s rays

into this room and leans

to sip a drink of cold coffee, tasting

like liquorice candy.

© Allison Grayhurst

Excerpt from the book “Trial And Witness – Selected Poems”

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