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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