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Whenever I touch him

Whenever I touch him

Heavy shackle

around my shell.

He says no, no,

to the great descent

to hands locked in the wind, 48 more words

Allison Grayhurst

It Takes You

It Takes You

Through the asylum streets

where the rain butters my hands

and mowed weeds scatters in piles on the curbs, 52 more words

Allison Grayhurst

City Unborn

City Unborn

Out

on the sidewalk fringe

gulls converse in hostile tones.

Church doors open,

taking in all who care

to milk their withered souls. 55 more words

Allison Grayhurst

Gathering Joy for the Eye of God

Gathering Joy for the Eye of God

For the lions and toads

in salvation’s nakedness

gather joy for the eye of God… 194 more words

Allison Grayhurst

But if I Look

But if I Look

If I keep thinking

how my hopes can flourish

in these seemingly luckless years,

soon I will be mad… 59 more words

Allison Grayhurst

Bulb Flower

Bulb Flower

The far and withered bulb flower

I planted when I was a child,

long ago shaken by years of wind… 159 more words

Allison Grayhurst

The River

The River

Toads and kestrels shape

the river’s being.

Being what? But song

and bird’s breath

and even lovers who need

her current, her living fury… 102 more words

Allison Grayhurst