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Thinking Outside

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Touching tails

and feather wings.

The apple trees bend

and sing of autumn’s coming.

Starlings talk across backyards

and the high-pitched beetle

fills the wind like a calming drug.

In this place as summer fades

the quiet demands self-truth.

To pull from inside

a lacerated pride

and pile it on the dried grass.

Shadows mend the divided self

and love is an activity

to understand while counting birds

overhead.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Poetry Pacific”, November 2013

http://poetrypacific.blogspot.ca/2013/11/3-poems-by-allison-grayhurst.html

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