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DREAM-WALKING
Who needs a midnight vision to explain
it takes good boots to do a hike like this?
I’d keep on walking till the end of rain
down grassy margins, bog – a suck and hiss
of vegetable decay, long histories of death.
It takes good boots to do a hike like this,
a discipline of heart and muscle, breath
and will. The course of ancient waterways
of vegetable decay, long histories of death
are charted by my footsteps. Distant haze
that promises some destination, goal.
And will the course of ancient waterways
run true and steady underneath my sole?
I see familiar faces, hear a voice
that promises some destination, goal
worth following. It’s a sleepwalker’s choice.
Who needs a midnight vision to explain
I see familiar faces, hear a voice?
I’d keep on walking till the end of rain.
Taylor Graham is a volunteer search-and-rescue dog handler in
the Sierra Nevada. Her poems have appeared in American Literary
Review, International Poetry Review, The Iowa Review, The New
York Quarterly, Notre Dame Review, Poetry International,
Southern Humanities Review, and elsewhere, and she is included
in the anthology, California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the
Present (Santa Clara University, 2004). Her book The Downstairs
Dance Floor (Texas Review Press, 2006) was awarded the Robert
Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize. She's a finalist in this year’s
Poets & Writers California Writers Exchange. |
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