Riverstones

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Announcing flesh

in the sleepy-loosened

day. A childhood of

bridges, masterpiece aromas

that overlook the playing fields –

one year, two grades and people

once beautiful, now ordinary,

bike turns, riverstones, skipping

on driveways, melting ice over grates

 

long pleated hair, dark, looking into

competitive eyes. It was the last

year I was there, spending evenings staring

at the gaudy peeling wallpaper or

in the basement crawlspace, space

without any windows, hearing

hockey games, spiders mating, silhouettes

disintegrating. It was the last time

in that car for that car ride, through dull highway hours,

cats in boxes, on laps, children waving, music at half mast,

children waving.

 

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Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Coe Review, Volume 45, Issue 1”, 2014

http://coereview.org/2014/12/10/riverstones-allison-grayhurst/

https://thecoereview.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/coe-review-fall-2014.pdf

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