high off the ground.
Answer twice and then
all the world is a grave
and still, sprouting.
This journey, this climb
collecting the many shades
of intertwining foliage.
Half-moon is enough moon
to see. Dump yard turns
into a mouse’s home, a place
to raise her offspring, find food,
with many secure hiding holes.
Flesh is a revelation,
is the end result of pure spirit
Tomorrow we will know why
today we feel lacking
when we find our watering-hole,
a reservoir garden, glorious labour,
Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Across The Margin” July 2022
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