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Poems By Taylor Graham
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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