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All Hands Down

written by: Allison Grayhurst



Into the seams of non-existence
the cherished expectations of life descend
like a mother who loses her infant to the
turning of time, or a seed its husk
in May's noon light.
There are heights to head towards,
compacted by the weight of reality's call,
and a carpet to tread, unfamiliar with your footsteps.
In August, the summer will soon be over. It is
the shadow that falls from electrical wires that makes you sink
into a moment without hope. It is watching sparrows
on eavesdrops that removes you from your daily struggles
and puts the flower back in its perfect place.
Waking to dread like a wave that pulls you under
every morning, motioned by the same ten-year cause,
and all the time you know the grave awaits you like every other,
and it is just a matter now of growing old.
The street is still, even in late morning.
The buttercups have not yet bloomed.
You hear the wounded at your doorstep.
You have stopped waiting, but even that is not enough
to see you through.

Allison Grayhurst

Allison Grayhurst

Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three times nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, she has over 1000 poems published in over 410 international journals. She has sixteen published books of poetry, seven collections and nine chapbooks. She lives in Toronto with her family. She is a vegan. She also sculpts, working with clay.
Allison Grayhurst

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