Crystal dark
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sound, woodpecker
foraging, near, nearing
spice
on my fingertips –
relaxed appropriation.
Backpacks and scarcity,
only the Zen flavour
of moving, taking necessities,
giving up newly bought coats
to strangers on buses.
Bus routes going to unexplained territories
vocalizing droning dreams
of the misused, disenfranchised
ruthlessly bored,
cardboard box lifespans
arrows pointing back from the way
you came,
mounds of
silver sorrows, pee-stains
on stones, what is left but dead planets done with
geological formations, never
knowing scattering amoebas, only
knowing failed attempts at rhythm, equilibrium,
rubble,
aftermaths of harsh creation,
pointless rock-globes
spinning
with moons no signs of summer.
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Copyright © 2015 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Indiana Voice Journal, Issue 10” May 2015
http://www.indianavoicejournal.com/p/blog-page_1367.html
http://www.indianavoicejournal.com/2015/05/indiana-voice-journal-may-2015-issue-10.html
http://www.indianavoicejournal.com/2015/05/allison-grayhurst-three-poems-crystal.html
This poem “Crystal Dark” has been nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015
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