Taking off my hood

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It is only bad weather.

It is only what it is for

some reason, for this light to one day flourish.

I will sit with you in the storm

building a bridge away from this wound,

never caving in to the cruelty of incompletion.

I will rub your ankles back to life so that

you can walk. I will buy you new shoes.

We will be cleansed of our defeat, be renewed

by one another’s touch. Our love has lasted and so

we are far more blessed than any exalted hero.

We should be dancing. But for now,

let us walk. We will be lifted.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Nomad’s Choir Poetry Journal, Volume 23, Issue 2” Spring 2015

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