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Before I Go

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Before I go

and put out the campfire,

offering my condolences

to the abandoned child,

I will let my grief go first.

I will dispel it as energy

gathered between my palms, then blow it

like seeds of transformation out of my blood

and into a happy beginning.

Now I will go. Summer is here and my sorrow

has lost its footing. I will make a collage of

my crashed expectations, peel away the crust

until I unveil a flower.

Talking is useless, right now, only moving matters,

walking away from an impossible situation,

releasing the ghost to haunt its four corners,

releasing my failure

to create love.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “poeticdiversity: the litzine of Los Angeles”

http://www.poeticdiversity.org/main/poems-cp.php?recordID=1851&date=2014-04-01

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