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Because of course


you will go with summer

never knowing a remedy.

You will go beyond where you go

around the ninth and final life, ducking

in dark boxes to fade finally alone,

away from instinct and nurturing.

You will go into the natural earth,

and from there, my vision staggers and

cannot name, but caught

on the wind, in sensual shades

of forgiveness mighty & forever,

you will know a place unhindered by death.

You will hear the secret

your pale eyes

have always harboured.



Copyrightย ยฉ 1997 byย Allison Grayhurst

First published in the "Wascana Review", 1994
Allison Grayhurst
Written by
Allison Grayhurst  53/F/Toronto
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