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Blend

Posted on by Allison Grayhurst

Blend

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with the hope of

blending fully with the vision

before it left, exiting from

the groin into the vast area

encapsulating the body and its

erratic rhythms.

Move like before poverty

latched on like a hoard of barnacles

to your once-smooth side, like before

the path split and the apple tree died.

Do this, but do not expect to know

the clarity held in youth

or the favours of miracles. Do it

because faith is beautiful, is

the only action necessary.

Blend in new ways, with mature seeing

and few desires,

like a bug into the dirt

or a faraway lake into a faraway sky.

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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “East Jasmine Review, Volume 2, Issue 3”

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Snowy

Posted on by Allison Grayhurst

Snowy

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Sad as sleepy morning comes.

Soft ground to rest your chin upon,

soft like you are, in need of no one’s

flag or ego-affirmation.

 

When you walk

children wave from car windows, elated

to see such unmasked joy – mouth in an open smile,

and eyes, happier still – dark as toiled earth, alert

to the house cat’s twitching ear.

 

Satisfied in the full morning sun, you move

from sidewalk curb to road, sniffing at poles

and thin strands of grass

as your long clumped fur like a sheep’s pleated coat

ripples in time with the end-of-summer’s wafting rhythm.

Treats, stuffed toys and laying contentedly

on your back, these things are enough.

 

Many have tried to imitate, parading

their off-white pups through neighbouring streets:

They saw you once and wanted the same.

But you were claimed by a private angel.

Fastened to good karma,

you glow, you germinate, and you proceed.

 

As you sleep by the door

in and out of your doggy dreams,

you defeat the need for tomorrow’s schemes.

With an unassuming soothing moan

you stretch then continue in rest,

abating the weight of my human despair.

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Copyright  © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “See Spot Run Literary Magazine” March 2015

 

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Sanctum

Posted on by Allison Grayhurst

 

Sanctum

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        Cedar wood, dark spaces under wood

where beetles mate then hide their own. There,

you smile, your forehead groomed

of false expression. I study you like my one-chance solution,

or steps to take to shield me from this penetrating boredom

that slips unwanted under my heavy housecoat.

        Narwhales shaped like epigrams, like the undecipherable

complexities in the creases of your folded hands.

        You are taut as a sail in a strong wind, capable of

unmatched speed, stretched, though not even

close to ripping.

 

If you were a tree, 100 years and on, pulling sunlight

from its throne, shimmering green, a stronger brilliance

than a vault brimming with polished gold,

still you could not be better than what you are –

        sitting close to the corner, on the couch,

unwashed hair and an irritated mouth,

reluctantly waking into the noon-light, drinking coffee,

salted, sometimes sorrowful, mostly spring-time budding –

a supplier of oxygen, maker of songs received

as storm-sturdy harbours, worlds to land on,

dig or nest or claim a hole, many branches,

many escape routes, many life-saving homes.

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.Copyright  © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Cartagena Journal Issue 3”

http://cartagenajournal.com/2014/08/10/summer2014-grayhurst/

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