The Ride
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Again the stars were plucked
from her mind and the world below
leapt up and sponged her with its flame.
That summer she made a wish upon her chains
and walked the deserted farmyards.
The ravens followed her through the weeds
and heat, keeping up conversation. At night
she sang to the beating of the rain and stroked the head
of the dead bug in her pocket.
She was neither of the mountains nor of the desert.
She was calm as crazy sometimes gets, and the thunder
hissed out her name as the June’s morning rays
danced her a sermon. She talked
to her shadow when the birds had gone,
and her fingernails were brittle as cracked ice.
On the seventeenth day her breath collapsed with
the rising sun as the cobwebs about her sparkled, stirred
by a sweetened wind.
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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Full of Crow” 2013
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/allison-grayhurst-july-2013/
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18285940-full-of-crow-poetry—july-2013
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Published in “Peedeel’s Blog” April 2016
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Published in “Creative Talents Unleashed” November 2017
https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/2017/11/03/the-ride-author-allison-grayhurst/
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