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No Raft —
No Ocean

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I turn the corner and

Allison Grayhurst

someone has been here, picking up clover,
invading front lawns, rebelling against privacy.
A rat’s corpse as slender as a leaf lies at my feet.
                I kneel down to meet it and I am stuck, retrieving
information about decay, the smell of a flattened skull
and the effect of dehydration. I get up. I walk
around not over, and butterflies are moving. They are
wrinkled energy lines, producing abstract patterns near
sturdy bushes. All roads are shattered if I look closely enough -
mini-fault lines of labyrinth tubing curiously crushed
like the nutshell is under my heel.
                Summer is almost beginning -
heat encroaches and people smile
untrustworthy but predictable.
Dogs are minerals of volatile emotion
which they never struggle to conceal.
The moon is still in the sky. It should not
be there like it is, a half-faded stamp,
pale on blue, larger, closer
than the obvious sun.
                In my fantasy, pine cones are eatable. There,
there is courage enough in every relationship
to feed the demands
of wedded intimacy. And I can sketch tall, yellow weeds.
I can even paint
the striking space between them like dialogue.
I can carve the curves
of a sitting brindle squirrel, carve
where the tail meets the spine
and the spine, two twitching ears.
                In my mind I am actualized, verified and seen,
vague dread is much like a pebble tossed and lost
under a parked car. Anytime I look into another’s eyes,
be it a hawk, child or mild foe -
there is the colour of wet river stones,
a healthy delirium, the feeling of faintly floating
through deep-breath ministrations, into
puzzle-piece convergence.



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